Monday, April 9, 2012
Ghazal Comments
Rating: ★2.7
Hands, picking cotton - how I love those hands
A perfect metaphor for the love of the land.
They had battled with stormy seas, all night long,
When, defeated, those strange folk, reached the land.
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9/4/2025 3:40:32 PM # 1.0.0
They had battled with stormy seas, all night long, When, defeated, those strange folk, reached the land. Like a fragrant bonfire the garden glowed for me Like stationary sparks the flowers glowed for me awesome lines..i wonder y too many people dont read this piece of ghazal