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Maliha Hashmi

A Simple Peace

 

A simple peace came over her,
Casting a shadow over her pain,
Letting the light in on her fears,
Making her breath softly once again.

The twist on her face was gone,
Her eyes were no longer heavy,
And soft muted colors soothed her tortured mind.

Gentle music dissolved the tears that blocked her eyes
As lush grass cushioned her sore limbs,
Her fingers moved, no longer stiff and icy,
As warm sunshine washed away the grimy cold

She smiled. . .

As she felt the delicate flower in her hand
She had finally accomplished her dream

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Don’t

Don’t deceive yourself
By thinking that you have moved on
The blood full of love
Passing through your veins
Is still fresh…

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Colors

All their colors are showing,
As the day comes to an end
Oh God, when will you show justice?
I am waiting.

 

 

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