Saturday, October 5, 2013

Filling The Days Comments

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A sunbeam, from the breast, from the dark cuckoo’s beak
A melodious song, a wake-up call the day’s to begin, an idyll’s
Waiting hour. No need looking what may be or may not.
An abysmal afternoon, a leapt up evening; a night of sorrow.
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Sadiqullah Khan
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