Poem Poem by Parveen Shakir

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How long did we sit engrossed in talk
under the flowering jacaranda tree?
I don't know. I only know,
the moon crept out from behind the tree
and placed its fingers across our eyes.

Monday, April 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
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Parveen Shakir

Parveen Shakir

Karachi / Pakistan
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