Saturday, July 1, 2017

Ailing Heart


Heal the ailing of heart,
With the warmth of love,
Sorrow has cursed me,
Break the curse,
Set me free from shackles,
Let me be free as a bird,
And dwell in the empty sky,
Searching for what I've not known
-Kazi
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