Dreams
- Razi Haider
- Apr 13, 2018
- 1 min read
Dreams in the claws of her hairlocks are deception of mirages The evening of her youth is engraved on her forehead Kisses on her lips, Silence, Dreams are the goblets of confusion The death is enivetable In the brightness of the mornings but the darkness of dreams, brings with it the news of eternity Dreams are a Shrine, where all Gods are dead and all men are alive
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