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What Hurts. ..


What hurts most ? They will ask Tell them All hurts Breaths Breeze Scents Ways Memories Songs Tell them All hurt The colors of dawn and dusk The morning dew The cuckoo's coo Harps , pipes all hurts It hurts when moon floats Alone in deeps It hurts when sands burn When the Autumnal leaves float It hurts when candles Flicker in windy night It hurts When clouds weep And Mother bird throw out Dead nestling Vows Dreams All hurts But Thing that hurts The most Is Hope
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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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