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By Zaheda Ghani
April-June 1998
Lemar-Aftaab
it sat in the corner as i
watched the snow
come falling,
each bridge i crossed,
left a scar to remember,
not seeing the way,
for my eyes were closed.
i even saw your secrets,
flying in the wind,
as the white curtains
of my chamber blew,
and became the wings
of angles,
my plant of inspiration
died yesterday,
when i told a lie
to you,
cannot forget
the rhythm of that night
at the beach,
when my mind was
washed away by the
salty water,
were they your tears
i drank?
or the ocean touching me?
i could not tell.
i recall wanting to
die there,
i recall you wanting to live...
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