What needest I in dark hours of the night,
That by day's toil but weary of such looks
To full bright summer at midnight waking;
While I stood at the door of million years from hence,
Still catcing up with those flies at sunset of the evening sky:
This world of e'ery fair from thy fairest brow, my love,
Oft makes my old days anew from out of the blues in still waters,
To that day of unaltered eye I behold, I behold!
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, January 06,2015 6: 09: 43 PM
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