When I look at a star of hallow'd fire,
along with pen-pricked angels;
that by love of musings o'er the dale,
and his wilful shutting of the eye,
measured by a distance of the world:
a lone wanderer from afar
has no way to go, no place to hide,
except in verse of autumn leaves
what by the sun is decked ashore,
a stream that flows to eternal bliss,
pebbles and stones in the ocean sink
all his dreams of mid-night waking.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, July 06,2013 12: 35: 58 PM
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