Fatima
I’m not ruined by your stares
your breaths your sighs
or the sweet lullaby that bathes your voice
I feel that what remains of my years
has come nearer with my human frailty
Ignorance has been dismissed
and the yearning to capture strength independently is but a myth to frail bones that speak of ends
Do you comprehend?...
your breaths your sighs
or the sweet lullaby that bathes your voice
I feel that what remains of my years
has come nearer with my human frailty
Ignorance has been dismissed
and the yearning to capture strength independently is but a myth to frail bones that speak of ends
Do you comprehend?...