You
asked me to wipe off your memories
You
asked me to forget the words
Which
you made me utter
You
asked me to untie the dancing bells
Which
you worn on my legs
You
asked me to wipe off the colors
You
put on my face…..
But
I started stepping my legs
I
started turning around
He
hold my hand and makes me dance
I
started dreaming with my feet
He
makes me fly in the air
He
hold my face close to him
Where
the messengers of God
Dancing
with me!!!!!!
This was is written by my beloved friend Late Shirin's sister, Merin. Beautiful words so i I have posted here!!!!
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