The Season I Want To Live In

The Season I Want To Live In short poem

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Whereby:

The scent of your breath
love dances like a butterfly.

Drenched in your raining desire
lush spring
awaits.

Yearnings whispered
vigorously.

The sun kissed golden season’s
ancient story
filled with
certainty and uncertainty.

Every word I utter
reflects you.

Up to your skilled hands
to create or destroy me.

Thereby;

I long to live the moments
breathe the air
where love
dances like a butterfly
by the scent of your breath.

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Naheed Virk

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Naheed Virk is a published Urdu poet with two Urdu Poetry Books and one English/Urdu novel translation. She translation evolves mostly around poetry, prose, short stories, and novels from/to English/Urdu. By profession, she is a Software Engineer working for Ford Automotive Industry.
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