Knock
This knock, at horrid time of night
Is nothing but the sound of wind
O thou the sinking beats of heart
O thou on gloomy souls be kind
This is the world of awe and gloom
The wave once gone can not return
In rule of horrid goddess doom
In ache and gloom all heart their burn
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Sabahat
English lecturer belongs from a Hamlet nearby Narowal. In love with beauty of nature and all that is linked with Lord, truth and nature_ a votary of nature and it's unending musical symphony
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