Mohammed Abdul Latif Poems

The Zephyr came swooping down upon her wings,
through the desert, the solitary little bird flew.
Her eyes wore a glint of the deep oceans,
Her feathers were a splendid forest green, river blue.
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She dragged the paraphernalia by the weight of their locks,
with frozen fingers, with blue veins climbing upon fair skin.
Her pale eyes looked emptily towards the sky's canopy,
Her forehead wore wrinkles of age, so did her cheeks and chin.
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