Friday, February 4, 2011

Pomegranate Kisses (part 2)

Pomegranate kisses
are just a memory
of the lives we lived together
under the Pomegranate tree.

We no longer dance together,
only the stars give me company.
I sit with my heart open
under the Pomegranate tree.

A secret garden it once was
now a place of tragedy,
I was left here stranded
under the Pomegranate gree.

Pomegranate kisses
are just a memory
of the lives we lived together
under the Pomegranate tree.
-maryam.noori-

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