Midinight Poetry : End of Shabaan 1435 H

in The Name of The Best Name of Starting right
my tongue never deserve enough to call Him with pride
in praises of The Prince that i wrote wrote with my heart..

how many promise i made and i break at the same time
the promises i made in front of The Prince of mine

the blessed days, the full moonlight
i keep seeing but i let them passed
the heart that cracked
my lips sealed
not even dare to tell you, i’m wounded.

at the month that better than thousand month,
may i deserve enough to cnock on Your door
be with The Prince i always adore.

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