My darling, the arms that carry mountains will also carry the wings of immortal souls In every barrier that you remove from your tongue.
By malik zahoorabout a year ago in Poets
When I go into the room and see you, it's the lack of shadows that gives me clarity — not in awe, like the sun, which offers you nothing more than its own rays
In the game, he showed magic The caravans of my thoughts returned Either the heartbeat stops Or break this atmosphere of silence
By malik zahoor2 years ago in Poets
