February
N
Nosheen Irfan
0
Altın Yaprak
With only a few leftovers of coldness
The day dawns upon new tender buds
Soft rays turning sharp right above the head
As the day proceeds you want to lighten up
Removing the layers like you tear off memories
One by one you discard the superfluous
And end up with bare necessities of heart
Love becomes all you need to carry
A hand becomes all you need to hold.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş