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Sunday, 9 February 2014

Sitting sad Poems

BY:Aamir Qureshi

To sit
with the earth
my hands
moulding and making
while flying
flying through the skies

grounding
the clay is grounding
the smooth cool of firma
I'll make something blue
with a touch of purple
maybe some gold
and dreams of diamonds

I'll do this
and give gifts
gifts of love
from my hands


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