Plucking the single flower,
Reminded me of you.
Your touch,
Petal soft.
Your perfume as sweet as the nectar that fills my aromatic senses.
Your lips wet with the rain of the night.
But unfortunately the blossom of your immaculate beauty doesn't last.
I picked you,
Knowing that you'd d
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p
and die.
YOU ARE READING
qasida|poetry
Poetryqaṣīdah| First recorded in 1810-20, qasida is an Arabic poem, usually in monorhyme, that may be satirical, elegiac, threatening, or laudatory. These are my poems written from my heart and how I see and feel about things in my life.
