My Wishlist
Zulfiqar Abdul Hussain
Rise from her soul
dreams butterfly
Whenever I looked my mirror
I keep
A socket from her face
To my wish locker
Celebrated by candles
I am afraid that
A cloud blinds
With a look at the night
The tyrant to lengthen
The meeting will take two wings
You smile expels wolves insomnia
I see you
A bouquet of cyclamen
To land on a branch of sapphire
Listen to my heart mills
my pretty
Which no matter what the rain fell
On her eyes
Sal went the stars on her face
I'll keep you with my wine
With purer desires
Of a child's eye
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