The Scent of Love
Who forgets tumbling gait of the bare feet,
With timid heart, holding breath in silence,
And meeting in the dark thick grove,
Our secrets only the moon did steal,
When together did eat the night meal.
The cool beams came filtering through
The dewy leaves brightening the face more,
Then whispered low the adjoining hearts,
Lest the scent of love should go astray,
To become the victim of slanderous tongues.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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