BEAUTY OF PAKISTANI GIRLS GROUP

And sometimes it happens
that you are friends
and then you are not friends
and then friendship has passed
and whole days are lost and among them
a fountain empties itself.

And sometimes it happens
That you are loved
And then
You are not loved
And love is past
And whole days are lost
And among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.

And sometimes you want to speak to her
And then
You do not what you speak to her
Then the opportunity has passed
Your dreams flare up