You never let reality define you
by your dreams;
but through love you create
things of beauty:
you see what you paint,
as if the eyes are that you
long for- -
though none is there to see,
except you, you know,
how to get paint'd be
in darkness, expos'd by light,
for blest imagery,
poetry pours like rain,
and whatever is writ,
is writ in vain.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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All Rights Reserved.
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Date Created: Friday, July 20,2012 4: 58: 53 PM
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