In the foot of mountains , in open fields of rice ,moon shines through her waving hair as we run through


Vast sky sends shocks
Through black clouds
Lightening lightens
Deep blackness
She and me run
Through field of
Ripe grain
It lightens and thunders
Through vast fields
Your hair waves in
Halo of moon
We may run to eternity
and live forever....

Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-06-24 at 18:24

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nights after days, we wake up
in the same world, it looks like
death is a long sleep or an awakening
in the true world

The magic and the fear, is all written in quick succession, and the this moment written so beautifully