Draining the pain
O Shams-e Tabriz, my pain
A hundred ways my heart would drain
Sometimes a blade, cuts my vein
Sometimes the shield I urge in vain.
I miss my love doctor.
Wherever I found your footprints I made it my direction..
O Shams-e Tabriz, my pain
A hundred ways my heart would drain
Sometimes a blade, cuts my vein
Sometimes the shield I urge in vain.
Scibbled by Farah G at 6:03 pm
Labels: Love Doctor, Rumi
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