Morning Star Poem by Naveed Khalid

No sense impression will bring you sight so pure,
that in my words, blind of the eye;
nor least dissolves your whole being,
but where not a line is drawn, less is more,
a smudge of colours would spread in gray,
and make the canvas more beautiful,
where no light in the eyes can behold
what the lense of thy concave mirror
reflects upon me an obligue bend,
no beauty can tell how it is like,
except what goes down and down
for another sunrise in the morning dew.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: November 23,2012.