Friday, April 12, 2013
Spectral Verses, I, The Twilight And The Gloom Comments
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What fair voice calls my name as I loiter in the grave
a poet now besieged with ignoble repartee,
death is just a misty cloud that hides the quilted waves
patterns of the fickle tides that charge then run away.
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Shahzia Batool
14 April 2013
A new kind of terror...the most wanted and longed for, which people don't escape rather seek for it! ! !
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8/20/2025 12:44:49 AM # 1.0.0
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