2 hours ago
soul smiles over miracles,
when we wait for mysteries,
we need hopes,
to survive till last breath,
we tread on ropes of hope,
and dump our body,
in structure of disappointments,
and in glitter of silly desires,
as we dropp one habit,
and pick up two other,
and we love,
more than... we are loved.
Rafique Farooqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silly-desires/
