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    • Feb 13
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A Sight Of The Night Sky

By Hiba Tasneem


A sight of the night sky.

The gaze which wandering wild.

A lonesome sound breaks through this silence.

It’s a moan of pain shattering this pretense.



To polish the façade all over again.

A little did they know the emerald carved in here make it even frail.

The heart of ice grew even colder, melting it away with just a bribe is beyond the grasp of mortal life.


By Hiba Tasneem



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