Innocence is not something to steal
I am hurt but not broken
Unwanted feeling must not be awaken
The sound of fresh grass
Desires rustle along with the winds
Playing with great innocence
The sun rose in all its splendor
Clinging dew on grass melted like ice
Distant swaying crop looks gold
Dried leaves on branches
She wears pain like diamonds
Cut ethnic roots from claims of credibility
Hell is not full yet
The web of doubt was laid
Two souls ever met
©️Farhan Anjum
Art by Carl Scharwath
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