I Came

I come
To be wandering and wondering,
In a heart of gold
I come.

Flowers have come!
And your heart and song.
You know the meaning
Of your song.

I came to be strength
In war of those in love
Of their enemy,
And their enemy hated and loved.
Now we are convinced.

poem by Naveed AkramReport problemRelated quotes
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