Fire of Love:

by Harry

Submitted by divadarshan


Seasons glide, through the Mirror of time.
Flowers bloom and fade too.
A beautiful sunny day comes to an end.
When night open its wings.
Glorious moon emerges on the extensive sky.
It never remains forever too.

But ‘fire of love’ has immortal norm and soul.
And it never dies.
Just like as beautiful enchanting glory of blooming flower, fascinates everyone.
It passes through a man’s heart.
As a calm lyric, that goes beyond time.
(Diva Darshan)

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