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Night of Words

Night of Words

Sounds flew like birds

My imagination spurred

The world outside blurred 

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Pretty and profound

Thoughts just rolled around

Alphabets spoke aloud

And thundered like clouds

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Pen screeched on paper

Nothing looked more dapper

Looking at black shinning ink

The soul found its missing link

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Memories present and past

That are meant to last

A dark room in winter cold

Writing my stories to be told

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And I feel so much better 

Heart feels light for that matter

Find words to console your soul

For you’ll be relieved forever more

© Waqas Gul 

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