Poetry And My Dream
Live, Love, Peacefulness
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Then! 1
His lips were hardened
Through the shadows of lipstick on the cup cracked
Is it a cup of milk on your lips
All that was left was the last samakah
When the white sand waves pulverized
And the spilled whether forgetfulness?!
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