I was there until late in the form of a picture
       I remained in front of that offensive

And with wonderful skill he was kept erasing every feature of mine
        Yes he was friend but he was not an artisan

And He was kept scattering the jewel of words around me
        The door was open of heart
          The scale of the eyes got
         A wine of dreams

But in the hands of reality
That notion also continued to fade
      And the dust of time
        kept every sorrow hidde

Then it happened that
The evening came and the morning passed
          Life was to pass
          So it passed
          And he was kept remembering

©️ Aarzu_words

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