Nasreen Anon

Inspiration
Dipped into the dark ink of the soul
Penned words in the language of the heart
Inspiration
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Love is but a flickering flame
Sometimes dim sometimes untamed
Glowing only for a while
For love beguiled
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Fluttering hope rising high
Beware the heights to which you fly
Sometimes ignorance sometimes unknown things
Turn into knives and slice your wings
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Five senses
Is this real
Or is this subjective perceptions
In which we daily deal
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Time is a gentle thief
Stealing youth, dreams and belief
Sometimes it is too late to realise
That time has stolen before your very own eyes
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