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O you bleak, bleak little soul Tell me, what do you want? The crescent shines a quiet heaven And winds whisper on What do you want? Ask, and have you shall Ask, ask, ask on Blue fires smiling green Or ashen papers soaring up the dark Two nights ago We tore an old notebook into Rootless pages And crumpled them into ***** One upon the other slept As the matchstick kissed herself a flame And shrivelled up like a worm The papers gleamed from inside out dragon dens, alive at last And they smoked all the curses We dare not utter They burned themselves away And fire, the fire followed The embers remained They twinkled on the black concrete Daughters of the sun Quietened beneath our shoes Tell me, you bleak, bleak little flower What is it you ache for? Dawn brings forth his circus And hues fill up the world Why do you weep? There are drinks that Make the tongue dance around Spices as lively as bees Women prettier than stars feather touches, and tender seas voices that dance steady and slow There are glories on the mountains Waiting to be loved Rings and rollercoasters, Rooftops there are Ask, ask, ask away Bards, and beaches Prayer mats stitched with gold Thunder upon chirping cities Moors, and meadows Museums of all the futures ahead What do you want? Ask, ask, ask it all O you beak, bleak little moon Why will you not speak?
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Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 8:29 AM UTC
Bleak, bleak
O you bleak, bleak little soul Tell me, what do you want? The crescent shines a quiet heaven And winds whisper on What do you want? Ask, and have you shall Ask, ask, ask on Blue fires smiling green Or ashen papers soaring up the dark Two nights ago We tore an old notebook into Rootless pages And crumpled them into ***** One upon the other slept As the matchstick kissed herself a flame And shrivelled up like a worm The papers gleamed from inside out dragon dens, alive at last And they smoked all the curses We dare not utter They burned themselves away And fire, the fire followed The embers remained They twinkled on the black concrete Daughters of the sun Quietened beneath our shoes Tell me, you bleak, bleak little flower What is it you ache for? Dawn brings forth his circus And hues fill up the world Why do you weep? There are drinks that Make the tongue dance around Spices as lively as bees Women prettier than stars feather touches, and tender seas voices that dance steady and slow There are glories on the mountains Waiting to be loved Rings and rollercoasters, Rooftops there are Ask, ask, ask away Bards, and beaches Prayer mats stitched with gold Thunder upon chirping cities Moors, and meadows Museums of all the futures ahead What do you want? Ask, ask, ask it all O you beak, bleak little moon Why will you not speak?
30/05/2021
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Ayesha
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Ayesha
21/F/Pakistan
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 8:29 AM UTC
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