What great things of the mind,
I bring forth out of sight,
Are not of sense impression made;
But shut out in fathom-five,
Such layers of meaning unfold,
That not in my verse you'd find,
Which before you know, hath fled
By my wings of poesy;
And you have to make a journey first,
Until you can say this footstep I hath tread.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, January 19,2013 2: 58: 24 PM
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