CURSED...
awakened by the giggle of eagles
I stand bewildered
cursed by the fear of shadow
with a tragic prick of magic
in this heinous chaos the flowers
bereaved of sunshine smiles
the whistling wind tuning in disgust
but that's the flaws of life it is simple without a dimple
shadows of which I shed tears
with fear of an insane theif clouding my soul
I need in all
a saintly kiss
I need in all a magical prick
simple smiles with dimples
in a course as wild as hunger
I stand bewildered
with eyes of a an an eagle
preying for solace
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
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