it doesnt matter if the days turn tough......we are hawks
the moon overtaken
by the dark night
howling storm howls hard
all the torches blow off
it lightens from far
no matter
inspite the hawks will
fly high up
far far and .....far
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2007-09-30 at 11:17
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hawks
The sky is trurned darkthe moon overtaken
by the dark night
howling storm howls hard
all the torches blow off
it lightens from far
no matter
inspite the hawks will
fly high up
far far and .....far
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
Read 616 times
Written on 2007-09-30 at 11:17
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