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The ship of love has marked to anchor,
On the mountainous coast of your emerald,
Charming beauty: and the ruddy bard,
Whispering on your lips, songs of a canker.
Who beguiles in your golden earrings,
My love, that is centuries old stone henge,
Where the deity of your beauty swing,
The sway of rainbow in the dewy mornings.
O thou whose charms are Moroccan coasts,
Eyes deeper seas and the pinkish cheeks,
Bosoms more fertile than Himalayan peaks,
Where emotions raid like the Roman hosts.
O' my beloved come, love in Charismatic eve, Before the moonless night make me a thieve.

© Saadat Ali Khan Nohani
❤️ From Burning Silhouette ❤️

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