"My beloved, my shining summer's mirror;
how often i see myself as invaluable as youth!
a sparkle that was missing to my wingless-hair,
to comb the thirsty curls out of thickened teeth!
how often my overburdened shoulders swell,
how often with you'r touch every fear comes crumbling down,
as if thursday night's clouds are holding their tears,
as if waiting for a flick the thirsty red-eyed chinars;
for the autumn's shade is ever inevitable!
every mirror freezes and sighs in fog,
the beloved's eyes remain true to their word"
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© ZiaD