If I look back
A black rose come on wet tears of streams
And she took off
In the womb of evening tide
If I look back
An old dusty city
Rows of abandoned cars, houses
And a raven stands on the rotten piles of *******
If I look back
A broken frame of glasses on a gray letter in a table
Mystic shadows falling on the light of autumn afternoon
Cradling with the words of unspoken love
If I look back
What gives love, I know also takes too many
Again cover in the dark
Letters of time come to fold
Every single word is a black stone
Comes out from the womb of the earth
Each word is exploded in a loud word, in synonyms
Certainly fire flashed in buildings, fake minds
Civilization of all uncivilized
And yet if I look back
A black spot comes back into the line of light
The old raven sitting on it
And on his lips that gray letter of love
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
If I look back
A black rose come on wet tears of streams
And she took off
In the womb of evening tide
If I look back
An old dusty city
Rows of abandoned cars, houses
And a raven stands on the rotten piles of *******
If I look back
A broken frame of glasses on a gray letter in a table
Mystic shadows falling on the light of autumn afternoon
Cradling with the words of unspoken love
If I look back
What gives love, I know also takes too many
Again cover in the dark
Letters of time come to fold
Every single word is a black stone
Comes out from the womb of the earth
Each word is exploded in a loud word, in synonyms
Certainly fire flashed in buildings, fake minds
Civilization of all uncivilized
And yet if I look back
A black spot comes back into the line of light
The old raven sitting on it
And on his lips that gray letter of love
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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