Aicha Mansoor Biography

I knew not where I was,
Nor did I care where I was,
It all seemed like a dream,
A dream within a dream,
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The black leech is here,
Slowly creeps up my arm,
Leaving its oozy liquid as,
It crawls up my shoulder,
...

Open your bright turquoise eyes, discover the world as it is,
The silvery luster of the moon,
The magical twinkling of the shining stars,
The opaline colors of the rainbow above you,
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The very thought of a bleak winter strikes,
As a frantic wind of decayed leaves blows,
Pricking hard my feeble eyes as they rush,
In a fierce sky that will shed endless tears,
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