The mirrors of my memories are not firm.
With the blankets of lonesome night I am folded,
Aloof, grievous and ever-puzzled.
But as long as the moon beams
I, from your love, fashion my dreams.
« return.
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| by Bilal Hamamra | |
| Published on: Aug 1, 2008 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=21347 | |
| Sana' The mirrors of my memories are not firm. With the blankets of lonesome night I am folded, Aloof, grievous and ever-puzzled. But as long as the moon beams I, from your love, fashion my dreams. « return. |
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