• nazlal 10w

    I write your name in the strangest of places,
    on the window pane of my room at dawn where the dew gathers after a cold and chilly night,
    on the rooftop when it snows and spreads out a sheet of white,
    on the beach the waves of your love create and nourish,
    on the door of my heart that opens to the window of my soul
    and on the shifting sands of my soul, the wind of your love stir and carry back to you.