The world that reflects not in thine eye,
what by a falling star you behold
through insensible transitions;
but which by thee no mirror can hide,
the charisma of thy dream,
and oft a golden bow by night,
by day a drowning boat
at Bermuda's Triangle.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Friday, May 17,2013 5: 26: 15 PM
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