If I Could Hold The Moon
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In the hurry and scurry of life
Soul takes whips, sharp as knife
Heart yearns with an insatiable hunger
For the unreachable, loud as thunder
The day camouflages as the sunshine
For a while it all seems damn fine
The light slowly pales into evening mist
If I could hold the moon in my fist!
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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