( / Iran)


Shelter me
In your arms;
Like an injured bird
Let me live my hours there
By your heart
Till each breath is for you
Each heart beat for your smile
And eternity grows jealous

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Comments (2)

Eternity grows jealous! loved that line. sweet poem :) Preets
Nice poem.... Anjana