A Wail The Wind Carried.

Posted by HIBA on 7:52 PM in

What does one do with all this love they hold?

I've drank enough from it, oh beloved!

Which mountains have captured you?

Which roads have blocked you?

Which hands have caged you?

Your absence leaves me with a burdened bosom.

Walking I wait, running I yearn.

Embrace this insane heart you possess.

I am exhausted of holding in love,

Brimming to shower your soul,

before we depart.

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