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Prism

Updated: Jul 15, 2025

By Queena Khoja


It's all dark no shadow no light 

No blue no bright 

Love is my light 

It shines loud in the room of void 

There is no window no door

No celling no floor

Just darkness and me 

Then came you 

I loved you like the red of my blood 

But if our love was light 

You were the prism 

Scattered the name of love 

To six other colors 

I was red brighter than my blood 

Darker than yours 

Now I become fire i burn this room

Fire has no mercy and burn has no fall

You were a prism of glass 

I shall melt you down to a mirror  


By Queena Khoja



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