RustleA Poem by Shafaq KhurooAt twilight.
Got it all mustered in one breath
Had it all clustered in my fist. Never knew about the approaching death Nor had any of its gist. In my soul had a peaceful rustle, Thought that trust was love. Knew that life was in a hustle, Knew had to carry on anyhow. © 2016 Shafaq Khuroo |
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