Beguiled In MirageA Poem by Lenah Mehzabin
Grafting the prints of one night Suffocated mind With soft dim of moonlit Between them - the two hills She was floating quite Un- darkened princess She licked them both One named “Gem “owned gems One named” Pebble” of harsh games Differences so clear In naked
eye Yet..
after decades of awning The question of “Tale” Surrounds our mind Why her waves welted pebble, Burnt in fire - one that only stone makes Why she chose rough surface, where river dries Over Gems
- Who screamed her name © 2015 Lenah MehzabinFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorLenah MehzabinAboutI consider myself an independent thinker and writer. I started writing here in the writer's cafe from the age of fifteen and with all the bittersweet memories, I must say time really flies. I am a gro.. more..Writing
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