اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The leaves tell
Of the flower's death
Of the hours spent
In this graveyard
No one tending to its pain
No one tending to its shame
Your eyes tell
Of a star's death
Its house drained
Of old memories
Of the night holding within its claim
The light pending to pay its debt
