Posts by Ali Najeeb Ali
What is left when the morning comes
Is the memory of a
What is left when the morning comes Is the memory of a future And when my plight is done There is nothing left to hold on to There were friends waiti...
What is left when the morning comes Is the memory of a future And when my plight is done There is nothing left to hold on to There were friends waiti...
The sickness of this world is destroying all the dreams
The fools
The sickness of this world is destroying all the dreams The fools are kings, tearing apart the soul The race for complication communicate reaction The...
The sickness of this world is destroying all the dreams The fools are kings, tearing apart the soul The race for complication communicate reaction The...