I stand by

At the edge of the cliff

Feeling the warmth of the sun

The hues that make me mesmerize the sky

I hear the whispering  waves

And the leaves rustling in reply

I hold myself in my arms

And let my tears flow

I feel the chill

As the zephyr caresses my skin

Feeling the touch that awakens my soul

I shall rise each day

To a new dawn to a new Me

For like the dust flows with zephyr

The old me vanished in the dusk

With setting sun.



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Written by Fatema

When life took a pause, Writing gave me a voice.

I am simply twisted .

Dentist by profession .

Writer by passion.

Mrs Kantawala at my Mansion.

Mother to awesome childrenย  who are a big reason behind my writing.

I pen down my random thoughts as blogs, poems and quotes.

I am very glad to be a part of this amazingย  writing platform.

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