****** Forgiveness from heart is like cool balm Makes one's broken soul content and calm A refreshing morning zephyr of seedtime A magic that plays some delightful rhyme Effacing all the long biting harshness When blooms the April, expires the duress Let the hate evansce and bygones be bygones And love ever be like liability overdrawn Around the candle whirls then burns the fly Ethereal contentment is divine not a lie. © Kawsar Khalil