It's this one feeling of which you become afraid of at one point.
You wonder if its any safe to love at all.
Love is something you don't eat, that you don't use as it is, but it makes your soul soar high when you see the one you love.
And even more so when that love is for the sake of Allah. It's the one feeling of which you don't understand the existence.
This one mercy of your Lord to which you can't answer to its why?
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
