Death Has No Control, Love Has No Boundaries
Death has no control over the boundaries of love
(a special couple)
It will always and forever be,
as long as there is a heart in thee.
Visions of a loss, is all that one will
melancholy and constantly see.
Wherever the wide oceans
meet the blue vast sky.
Echoing memories will be a-glow,
That none cannot escape nor deny
As the weeping twin rivers
overflow down a desperate soul.
A question unspeakable
Is it really the hands of death that stole?
Or were it a hand picked
Bouquet from the angels from above?
To enter the gates of
Heaven and be showered with never ending love!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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