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Jan 2019 · 443
Whirl
Asma Neelam Jan 2019
In darkness I wandered
frightened and scared
a smell so strong
as I inhaled
the room was wet
with pillars around
I chased to catch
the hollow sound
no matter where I
went and stand
the world it seemed
away and expand
heart it beats like
last of its breath
no one to hold me
save me from death
something strange did I see
as it came embracing me
kind eyes, warm touch
I melt and merge!
I melt and merge!

— The End —