The
ship
.athar mudasir, 01/11/2017
At
the shore while setting the sun and leaving of ship, I kneeled and cried but
the red blushes of sun didn’t let me pierce, the fierce gulls and crows mussed
my voice. it pulled of my soul and chained, it left full bless within me and I
walked for a long, the hovels of wolves, grouts of owls screamed the empty land
with doubts and fear which trembled my foot to move. The haunting of emptiness stabbed
and tilth was seeming to flourish , the autumn was hopeful with plenteous and
the dry claps remembering the awesomeness of spring and summer, the falling of
leaves and dying nature made me remember Autumn has came………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
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