what is she thinking
only her own mind knows
from her head
to your hearts her
thoughts flow
touched by the
early morning glow
she is a destiny's child
need I say more
as she stands
watching the waves
of fate
beating the
silent shore
within the corridor
of her innocent mind
a door opening another door
a surrealistic world
holding the child of man
beneath the crimson skies
the vagaries of a sinking floor
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Marziya Shakir in Pensive Thought
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