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Snowy Sun

Poetry By: wasi abbas
Memoir



Its a memory of the time usually I feel myself helpless but alive body.


Submitted:Dec 5, 2012    Reads: 28    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


In the days of warm Sun

I feel nipped in the snow gales.

In the days of Snow gales

I feel no season at all.

Seasons Fall and flow like Spring

I feel cold thoughts shake and wring

I revolve and move alike

A hit door around a loose hinge.

Let my Sun be cold and nip

Warmth of void relation

Now

Freeze me to Death.





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