Shared until our times,
There’s no going back,
Not on every past mistake,
Sometimes flames must burn weakly.
Category: life
Even a Deaman Can Cry, Poetry by Mohammed Islam Butt
It Was A Mild Winters Day And
The Sun Was Setting
In The Western Sky.
The Sky A Mixture Of Deep Orange And Purples,
It Would Have Been Quite A Site
If You Hadn’t Stuck The Knife In His Heart.
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