Poem : Floating Scent
They will be scattered in the air, smelling so good
The problem for the flower is where the flower will go,
We thought then that there is a wound to be healed
Did I know that the vein would go down?
He flies about like a breeze
A gust that will come will pass,
When he arrives then for his fellowship
The weather will stay in the Rose Murray courtyard,
After all, she would be sitting on the sand somewhere
This love of yours will also descend into the river,
Heir of civilization made me proud
The offense will also be the head of my ancestors.
This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.
© 2019 Muhammad Abdullah