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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