Breath In Night Poem by Konab Ghumman

Breath In Night

Waving Hands
Can't Be Called
Coincident.
All Are Fond Of
Glimpse Of Joy,
But No One Is
Ready For Sacrifice.
Stand For Death
Or Move, With A Little
Shake For Life.
Only Breathing Can
Help In Frozen Time,
As Moon
Breathe In Night.

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