Snows like a fairy land
Fog has come down to valleysMountains have disappeared
As if they never were there
It's time to wander in nature
For I have a feeling to meet
Someone of other world
It may be a beast, a fairy a jinn
The trees appear like a silhouette
Pigeons hide under roof tops
And mynas play
I walk up the street with
Nostalgia of memories behind.
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2023-01-25 at 10:14
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