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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

And You Know The Time

And you know the hair that would be a love,
Never are the stars and moon and sun beheld
By the lovers of the night, the beloved speaks too hard.

You would come hither, and bend you leader’s head
To see a sorrow and find the stars, of the wild birds.
Light has a trick you discovered when young.

Under a time is the tree of unbroken love,
Though lasses contemplate when they die,
Knowing hair is significant after dawn.
Naveed Akram
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