Antiques Poem by Naveed Khalid

Oh, that phantom of chaliced wings
creates a myth of Sadeian world,
of what I write to my dear old folks;
and which goes unchecked by the west wind,
but you can read him in my ancient rhyme;
not wild that by wilderness to the mind,
oft is akin to our woe-begotten time,
fore'er lost in the fabric of our daydreams.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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