Although I knew,
You were not a flower;
Even then, I flew like a fly
towards  your  red flame;
By that time, I became
a burning charcoal;
Followed by the debris
of dirt, like my own
Abandoned love lyric of
Yesterday’s fervor dreams!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
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