Moving On...
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The night falls swift
at the turning,
splitting our feet
Where you left,
the moon shines less
The place is bleak,
marked in black
but we have moved on
each in our own space
striding ahead
with an occasional glance
over the shoulder.
Nosheen Irfan © 2017
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