Of A Burnt Chorus

Learning to Live
In your Love
Is a Strife
With
The blessed Sight
Of A never Fading Shadow .

The Importance of Manners
Is
Key to the Heart
A Hum
As My Heart Sings
This Poetry of a Muslimah
A Show of Shattering Glass
To the Voice of My Heart .

Emotional
Drops of Dew,
Come coloured Hues
Or
Running Black Convictions
From A Heart's Whisper of doom.

Cry not under this Spring Sky
O my Daughter
Leave a mother not
Potholes
In an Unsaid Story.

Nay will I
Before I die
Go
And leave thou wondering
How the hell did you do it?

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