The flames may burn, yet I don't flinch,
The pain recedes, inch by inch.
My body bleeds, but I don't complain,
For I feel no sorrow, no trace of pain.
My thoughts drift, fragile, undone,
Like shadows fading beneath the sun.
What was I feeling? I can't define–
The world dissolves, yet your smile is mine.
Even as silence swallows in the air,
Your laughter lingers, warm and rare.
If nothing remains, If all turns blue,
Let the last thing I hold... Be you.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
The flames may burn, yet I don't flinch,
The pain recedes, inch by inch.
My body bleeds, but I don't complain,
For I feel no sorrow, no trace of pain.
My thoughts drift, fragile, undone,
Like shadows fading beneath the sun.
What was I feeling? I can't define–
The world dissolves, yet your smile is mine.
Even as silence swallows in the air,
Your laughter lingers, warm and rare.
If nothing remains, If all turns blue,
Let the last thing I hold... Be you.
–S. Yusuf
