The warm heart
The warm heart in an engulfing arm
By Shahzad BaluchPublished 18 days ago • 1 min read
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The Warm Heart
The warm heart in an enveloping arm
Do you know that when you look at me, I forget the heavy heart.
When you sit alone, I mean when you are within yourself,
I cherish looking at you.
In that moment, I let myself free from all trouble.
When you spread your eyesight to the deserted land,
It becomes rich again with the green garden and flowers, my love.
In that moment, the storyteller and poet start working artistically.
And in your eyes, my heart finds its home, so sweetly.
I will sprout my soul in the eyes that always lure.
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Shahzad Baluch
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