When kisses are over, <br />the lips are burning after <br />life flows with rhythm and melody- <br />you see the mirror <br />and change the fashion <br />reflects thoughts and tides, <br />separated you from me- <br /> <br />Step flows future, <br />a capital of past <br />the broken mirror deformed, <br />your face and lights <br />Like a black ugly crow - <br />thirsty but disorder <br />'O' thou flows a river <br />where the boat is going <br /> <br />The last I saw your pale face, <br />through the broken glass <br />a Piece of glass fall on the floor, <br />the face disappeared <br />As the dark covered the shadow, <br />thou no hole of light <br />Peace turns to black hole <br />so many faces appeared at once <br /> <br />Though the river flows <br />the sun rises at east everyday <br />I see her pale face again <br />within my new window <br />terminate the present and future- <br />the moon declines the dark <br />And I feel the taste of kisses <br />even when I burned into ashes- <br /> <br />- Musfiq us shaleheen<br /><br />Musfiq us Shaleheen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-broken-mirror-and-the-taste-of-kisses/
