The Crying Soul

Crying Soul

I feel his soul crying over the night

In the desert of love where sunshine bright

His throat were dried for thirst of rain

But his eyes were wet, full of fear and pain

His eyes were looking for the who he cries

The home of her love, was a whole trick of lies

He was struck in the image of Miraj of her name

He couldn’t survive, he died in vain

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Very well penned…

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Beautiful composition

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