18/11/2021
The shuffle of soft green
Sways interluding twilight,
Bringing each unit of my infinity aglow
And momentarily fulfilling every emptiness known
The homeliness in every cushion of grass
And the negligent repose of every glass brook,
Rooting every thorn of beautiful sorrow
Deeply into the earth
And carrying its weight into the sunset.
The gentle murmur of midnight wind
Whispers fervor into the air,
Lightening every vein
With a carelessly cool caress,
Chasing every melancholy fog
Far, far away.
Isa Ul-Hassan
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