beats with a Lazarus heart
and in darkness, with the earth
turns the street of a mad lover
watching her now
is its own freedom
I'll sleep by her side tonight
and wait
where she blooms tomorrow
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The medieval Maghreb occupies a curious place in literary imagination. When people think of medieval Islamic poetry, they often turn eastwar... -
खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre...