Tomb stone

And with her sank her smile;
The laughter which rang ..

And with her sank her eyes;
The way they shone ..

And with her sank her words;
The stories she wove ..

 

And naught remains but the wind to moan her eyes ..

And naught remains bur the rain to cry to her stories ..

And naught remains but the moon to bear her smile ..

 

Ghazal.

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