She walks down the aisle
She walks down the aisle
With a smile as pure as honey
A gust of wind as smooth as silk
A ray of hope
Ray of Light.
He walks down the aisle
With beautiful crimson red dresses
In search of a holy figure
A voice of an angel
A silent.
He walks down the aisle
With eyes as deep as the sea
A song of the bird in the morning
Vision Divine
Picture paradise.
She walks down the aisle
Like clouds floating in the sky
Rising like an angel from heaven
Like a raindrop in the desert
As a promise never fulfilled.
He walks down the aisle.
She asks me a question.
I have no words to answer.
And time stands still ...
- Sikandar Razzaq Bughio -
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