Sep 5
One
September 5th, 2008 by shahbaz shah · No Comments
Piece by piece, this heart, mends itself as one.
Thought by thought, this mind, builds itself into one.
Listen to my voice, drool and spit combined
it shows that this mouth still cries as one.
Three logs burn very bright with each other
The flames, we see, burn brightly into one.
Age nine, He stood in a dry river bed.
Two days of prayer, then sand and water mixed into one.
Father wrote poetry, Mom plays music.
They created four sons, by mixing into one.
A day without hope will surely kill Shahbaz.
That day my friends will gather together as one.
