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Mar 2014
there is no noise in the backyard
there are no voices in the backyard
but
go close to the bushes
and see

the slimy snail sneaking up to the strawberry
lying in the muddy pond

oh snail!!!
go slow

the bed of brown is cracking beneath you

go close to the trees and see

the leaf from the tree high above
is falling towards its grave
awaited by the worms

the roses were blooming
the berries looked ripe
filled with juice
filled with sugar
filled with sweetness

the rays of warmth
passed through the branches

the sun passed over my house
the moon snuck up
and shone a dim light across my little forest
and all my creatures drowned in the darkness

waitin' to be rescued by the hands of heat
waitin' till the moon went clockwise from south to west
so that they can lift above the shadows
reveal their colors
open their wings
and let the wind push them back

then

i will set foot in my forest
and explore the wonders
that hid from me today.
Written by
shahzain mustafa  karachi,pakistan
(karachi,pakistan)   
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