Poetry Blog by Qahtan Adnan
I still yearn for her while she spreads her dark fragrance in the place. She does not weary from caressing my lips in the morning and evening. My mistress in my loneliness and my geniality. I have known her since I was a child, playing with my fingers and sleeping after I close my eyes first.
I wonder if she would remember me after I leave this life. Would she be with her period of mutual ...
Wednesday 28th February 2018 9:03 pm