PORT OF LIFE
Poetry dhena Maysar Aslam

Dark dark will come by itself
Body and your soul will take a moment to drift into a dream
Waggle piercing dark wind penetrated each cavity life
Slowly but fierce, putting what is
Already forgotten the false memory
Only missed not immortal
Soul wrath always mediated Like
Bad temper will be formed

Kelam changed
grim lost
Dingy untouched

Signs began to aspire
The image so sure

The theory will be the real conditions
It occurred and engraved on eyelids
Missing heartbeat but will be back on the attack