COLD FLAME By Hasheem Deza

I am a dreamer
Bowing my knees to sleep burdening my eyes
On the coach i lie too deep asleep
Flipping the switch of my overwhelming poor life
That paints me muddy colours
Muddy white or sometimes muddy blue

Entangling the blessings of being living
Where the aliens of suicide and the licentious bond
And the pillars of strong hearts weaken
Now, i shut my sunken and bloody eyes
Reuniting the dreams of my idol decades
That got disturbed by the storms life threw
Days and nights wed to calamities
The horse galloping the sun, lame and slow
Beaver, my fingers will cling in the fissure
My dreams were blazing, only
My hand lacked fingers to knead
Hasheem Deza

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