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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