Warm Evening

A warm, smoky evening walked and ran,
Knowing has a certainty, of resentment.
I had thought of significant ideas and moments,
Inner thoughts destroyed me afterwards.

The new number of probabilities increased,
Inserting the longing of the soul,
The shortest way to home was through it,
It was the soul that mattered for the moon and stars.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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