Seeing no danger
i disarmed my mind
and gave my conducts
to the waves and wind
for now i know what it is
to strove with the torture
of doubt and desire
for you were a dream
a breath
a breath of fleeting joy
in secret we met
in silence i grieved
that my heart could forget
my spirit deceive
but alas!
There is no armor against fate
for fate is what brought
and parted us ways.
by Aisha Mahmood
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