Hereafter Poem by Noorie Ali

Hereafter



arrise to new hours
a fresh soul
a fresh morning

.....

hide under the dying day
ending of hours
the departing of an everlasting mist of the soul
.....


i am not alive or living for this world
i am living and dying for the hereafter'

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