Lekhny composition -04-Apr-2022
Roses palace
The walls painted with the caramel glitter of Gold
Hold within them a treasure painted solely
By the minds of my own wishes ,
As I caress through their bricks my
Fingers itch for more of their sweetness ,
My eyes feast on it's beauty yet still remain unsatiated
The thirst my throat sees has seen me
Drown in the pool of my own greed for peace ,
All this sweetness that my fingers crave
And all this beauty my eyes yearn for
All this thirst my throat sees ,
All these beauties and sweets are nothing
But a mere dream of my troubled soul
A dream for a
Palace of roses
Thee° entangled.
Reyaan
07-Apr-2022 02:39 PM
Very nice
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Fareha Sameen
06-Apr-2022 07:43 PM
Nice
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Niraj Pandey
04-Apr-2022 11:32 PM
nice
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