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From Snow to Slush: A Winter’s Day Indoors
Upon this morn, a blanket white and pure,Did softly lay upon the world outside.Within my home, I worked, my heart secure,While snowflakes danced, in waltzes, far and wide. The hearth was warm, the light was soft and low,As fingers flew on keys, in steady streams.Outside the glass, a wintry, gleaming show,Inside, a haven for my Continue reading
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Oranges and Tomes: A Sickbed Reverie
In whispered hues of dawn’s soft light I lie,A weary wight in linens’ gentle clasp,Beset by ails that cause the hours to fly,A tale of fevered chills, in whispers rasp. The world without, a distant dream’s fair sky,No flick’ring screens to mar this quiet grasp.Instead, I’m cradled by the books that vieTo lead my thoughts Continue reading
Shayan Afzal 