Desire for flowers.

In this city in that city
city port,
Search back and forth
where are you
how are you
I want to know.

Those days of those days
tell me how
I forget
Life without you
The desert is magical
when then.

Flowers bloom and fall
inconspicuously,
I am the same
On the sand of pain.

Laugh by day and cry by night
lonely cold night
Whistle sounds in pain
My chest swells with tears.

I don’t know what will happen
last seen last time
familiar place
There are still non-fading

Sadia Khan Runa ~

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