Beautiful alarm
Aref said of naughty girls
The curtain, hiding, peek
Naughty Sun somehow hides
Silver-orange, behind the shades
Bright colors of Kashmir
The Geese are Desert-Baluch
Linear go across V-Flight
They shout as did Jackson
Moon-dancing
Sings Robin on branch
Entwined with clock
“It’s morning so get up”
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