![]() Hues of MagentaA Poem by Nisreen![]() Silver white lines True to the soul you be Among the innocence Feathers of growing firsts Whispers to kind hands The lake has turned from sand A very much desired scene Gratitude on top of serenity Told are the stories settling Like debris Show me wood Tainted stones That's the breeze Presence fond blissful trees Art yearns to be heard Tonight the first morning Crowned the heightened creed Lest be a crowd To substantiate to take on A door left a drift That solo guitar Center stage on a Sunday night Trusting few emotions Composing words representing a week Responsive to conceptual love Writing of life in short stance The figures placed to the later If silence filled this space Emotive amenity would succumb
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