Hanan Muzafar Biography

Near a calm lake,
long night waiting for day,
clock on its slow pace,
like hourglass and its sand—
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Burdened wood to carry away,
breath heard, and sigh afraid,
Snow melted down on surface,
and mountain still in haze:
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Eternal space they crave,
when time going down, through a cave,
and shallow fog we carry away—
We're the ones, who create flame,
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Something getting out of control;
out of nothing,
like a horse running through meadows.
Remembring all the scenes,
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Almond leaves on your red cheeks;
saw you in cold breeze,
dressed green,
drift of shade,
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