Keeping love
what to do
Must be swallowed before ripening
If rotten
Sorrow surrounds the seed
Invades every flower.
To the eyes of sleepless leaves
Song of the Doctor
Not comforting
Moves to the next leaf
At the gate of the tangled trees
Pastes plaster
A straight-growing tree
The diamond inside is enough to shine 💎
Towards the neighboring houses
When lowering the branches
The woodpeckers are armed
Pure diamond
Cutting inside
Rotten flesh.
Even after the branches fall to the ground
A humming sound when burning wood
In the forest
Confounds all trees
seed
Always
It has branches
A diamond that feels like that 💎💎
When permanently separated from the tree
Diamond traders in the market
After a short attention span
It breaks and becomes a jewel
At that time
There is not a drop
Old diamond.
💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎
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Ahamed Thousif
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