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Sorrows are deep, 
but deeper than the ocean,
of broken thoughts.,

Pains are sharp as butcher’s knife, 
but of joyful Heart,

Craziness are madness as Lover’s, 
but of precious love,

Vanishing like a magician’s illusion, 
but of dust in the wind,

Broken sleeps are horror, 
but of just bad dreams,

If you don’t believe, 
O my darling !
send me your precious thoughts,

And you will see, 
how in sleep I weep., 
with the fading hope,

I was a keeper, 
but none, 
it was always yours, 
not mine,

It was nothing, 
but just a dancing heart….!

heart….. !!!!!

By Zahir