Roses, dreams, medicine, poison, jam
I have come to tell you what is the arrangement
Faqir, Shah, Qalandar, Imam, what?
You do not know what your slave is
Some of the businesses in the rich city came to mind
I was thinking at night what is haraam
I forget everything when I see you
Please tell, whats the story of the big puppies
Seven heavens on the seven seas above the earth
I am nothing but what is arranged
The whole things are in a mess
Entangling things together
That makes the world round
We are living an ambiguous life
It is like a whirlpole
full of roses, dreams, medicine, poison, jam
About the Creator
Stuck in Place
Amy whistled as she walked through her front yard, looking for any sticks she could pick up and throw into the pile she and her brother were making. They had a big windstorm recently; as such, all the trees in their yard had suffered some damage in some loss of sticks. Or perhaps losing those sticks was a good thing since their trees probably needed to be pruned anyway. Amy wasn't sure.
By Rebecca Patton6 days ago in Fiction
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