saqib abraham Poems

God is visible
I found her
She wept
On the Cradle,
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'Oh Summer wind'
'Oh summer wind, fly me;
To the sky, up in the clouds;
From that misty mountains;
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'Yellow Moon whispers'
On my way!
To a wooden Clock House!
I see Yellow Moon whispers!
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Sleeps the virgin mother
Beyond rhe old voyage
Crawls an unborn child
Claims the debt of broken ark
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