By Muhammad Faizan Shaheem
Through dark of night a story begins,
A building of cavity, a place of blabbering
Someone walks about, the night is long,
An empty inheritance, a place to escape
Words are spoken through roses that have died,
The flame of a light is a breath of fright.
When the night comes to an end, the crux goes to an end ,
When the night is over, the soul it still grips.
As the sun appears , the figure disappears,
However, the sanctuary rests at other disturbing feelings.
By Muhammad Faizan Shaheem
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