What to do of heart
(A poem of yours)
What to do of heart sir
The heart is such a daunting dream
Sleeps well
Dreams of desires
Challenge Amazing
The distance to the descent goes far away from the pathways of the pathless streets
Blossoms of blossoming flowers in flowers
Flowing on the sky, deep glaze of lively birds of the forest, sprinkle foam of sunglasses of gray darkness.
Of glamorous springs
What to do of heart sir
The heart is such a mad
I do not see that madness bars keep dreaming
From the forest of desires
The pain stays
And when pain touches your extremities
The hope of one hope takes place on the wound as a dream
I am happy to be happy in the desert of life
In the sun-busted pin
Gives charms to dreams of losing souls
What to do of heart
Ayya Bukhari Hallah
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They used to think about empty thoughts and thought of getting rid of the body
Love captures in the cage
We were all the birds
There was a settlement of people living
And they used to make noise in the blue zodiac blue screen
We could not see it
Three colors were wrapped in spears
He used to be seven
Now no one else, he says that tomorrow he was ours
Those people were not entitled to Hagar
Used to talk with you
We had a warm summer
I would have told me about the snow
You also dreamed of me
Shakir Khan
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I'm sorry I'm not sure
You will not be able to forget the calf
But I know that
One day you will repent
When you come to mind, everybody will be worried
In the afternoon
I'll be in the dreams too
The Government wants you this
You will miss a lot on one day, but love
Punch will not work
It's so cute to me
Your heart will boil
Remember that I will come to you bloody heart of my heart
This is water supply
Even after crying, Jesse Marie too
The last is to be passed
Why do not you get me all over that thought?
But you remember so much
I will not be able to forget you
One day you will repent
One day you will repent (Rafiq Saud)
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;; prisoner ;;
Snow girl
There is no destination in the journey of love
That in the catastrophe
Always have to walk
This is a game in which
There is no win or any break anywhere
Only to get the answer
Give love
Very furious
Listen to the girl
Look at the compulsion
How do you tell me
That's what I am
I have also tied them to customs traditions
That you are in prison
I am also the prisoner
Arshad Mahmud Arshad