Who can keep the secret
of thy holy night;
and not a shadow cast:
that by mind a sight,
what by words I write
is hid from every eyen:
love of looks in the mirror,
full of stars but thy star,
a vault of heaven in the sky;
the Eagle on wings, on wings still musing
o'er the dale in silent hours of soliloquy.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Monday,12 November 2012,06: 06PM
Title Revised: From From A North Star To A Star-y Velorum
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