BAZM: Hayat

A breath, a blink, a fleeting tide,
Hayat whispers, then turns to hide.
A lover’s touch, a warrior’s scar,
A journey traced in wounds and stars.

She dances between loss and light,
A fire that fades, yet burns so bright.
Not measured in years, nor gold, nor claim,
But in hearts set ablaze by love’s wild flame.

Hayat....so fragile, yet fierce and free,
A fleeting spark, eternity’s key.