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''The Lie''
by
hajra mustafa

 
I blew a whistle in the open meadow
as i was hiding under the walls of shadow
The listeners of mist
The whispers of fist
The doors of trees
The roars of beasts
YOU FOUND THAT ALL
But drowned in my soul
I'd wish to come
But prefer to leave
Because these doors are dumb
And breathes gone numb
The eyes say''GOOD BYE''
The lies, they make me cry
I once blew the whistles in the shadows
As i was lying under the veil of meadows


Hajra mu$tafa.
--Submitted by hajra mustafa on 2014-06-23.
Post New Comment:
hajra mustafa:
it's like WOW!
Posted 06/23/2014 02:13 PM


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