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Feb 2016
Breathless,
I ran into the valley
of serenity…

A valley where birds were extinct,
a valley where time had no wings,
a valley where words no longer exist,
a valley where perfection was built…

Perfection
that was carved
out of the finest, sparkling stars
chosen by gods
of every religion.

Perfection
that the gods agreed
to place into the eyes
of an apostate
I just met.
Kainat Azhar
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Kainat Azhar
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   Aeerdna, Cecil Miller, unknown and Brianna
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