We Are The Poets
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Nosheen Irfan
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Sometimes our words dance
in a rhythmic motion
sometimes bleed like a bullet-riddled body
we are the poets
whose bruised souls
long to touch the sky
on the fickle flight of imagination
who walk on the wind
that blows away dreams
wandering feet on desert sand
the marks we leave behind.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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