Ulasan terkini oleh apegod (real) (trusted)

Lost in the alleys of Lahoreh
I melt into the azure blue air
Faceless in the milling foray
While sliders slide with awesome flair
Canal water reflects my face
Amid old stones long worn by time
Seeking a reflection on the bridge of lace
I catch a whiff of oghar and lime
I follow my steps to Jahangir
The garden of haunted lovers
The scent of flowers soothes my melanghir
With tales of jousts and plumed plovers



- dav idka'j poetry

Were you dreaming? Are you imagining this? Do you think there's some reality, some strange truth to this place? Have you followed the path well? Were you attentive during you journey?
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