#Day63 Memories from the past flood my mind at night, I don't seem to decipher what they remind at night. Those memories are a fire to my already ashen soul, They unravel the scars I seem to hide and bind at night. The moon shines bright and the stars smile ironically, I let all my sorrows, pain, and anguish align at night. I let the ink of my tears flow on the poignant pages, As memories are written as poems- blind at night. The moonflower blooms blissfully, shading the leaves, And again, I let my soul get nastily maligned at night. My heart asks me again, why are you ashamed, Zumi? I reply that my undefined soul lays resigned at night. The Day 63 poem for #100poemsfor100days challenge. ... #ghazal #cinemagraph #zumiwrites #zumisheth #night #yqbaba #ghazals_by_zumi ... 63/100
