A Morning Star Poem by Naveed Khalid

No sense impressions will bring you sight so pure,
that in my words, blind of the eye;
nor least dissolves your whole being,
but where not a line is drawn, less is more,
a smudge of colours would spread in gray,
all mascara and make the canvas more beautiful,
whence else no light in the eyes can behold
what the lense of thy concave mirror
reflects upon me an obligue bend down the lane in amberwoods;
no beauty can tell how it is like, not the same
except what goes beyond the skyline in deep azure,
but for another sunrise in the morning dew to some rivulet blue.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: November 23,2012.