There's a small eye-catcher in the dark,
above the humming birds,
a syntax error, or a good way of delineating
the line, through e'ery pouring shadow;
lost in the twilight by the phantasy of thy love,
that feeds upon nurslings of immortality,
to which my eyes attract attention,
the bird goes soaring high above the dale.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, September 24,2014 6: 45: 54 PM
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