Moths Poem by Naveed Khalid

What use my wit if not by love can grow,
And that faculty alone sustains me on wings;
When no thought but thy thought in words is writ,
Nor moves me more thy breath in winter's cold;
Unless in clouds of stars thy mind digs deep,
Roses, roses, at e'ery step of the way:
Children of light! at break of day arise
In another world against the setting sun.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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