Sketch of routes.
From the assorted collection of seasonsI've found the one, that's driving me now,
towards some jagged,unheard trails,
from the ruined gorge of fake garishness
at some grey areas I stand and see myself,
and mirror the same to my routes,
and wish,
they could get the wind of the plots,
drawn by my destiny.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-04-02 at 06:38
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