Garden of Memories





From the garden of her memories,

I picked up love’s few delicate petals,

And crushed them between my lips.

They left a fragrance behind forever

 




While some twigs turned to ash,

Some seeds fell on the surface of my heart,

And from my eyes, circled a downpour,

Helping the seeds bloom,

Thus, love was reborn.

 

~ Khwaja Musadiq | Edited by Afreen Zeb

 


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