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Poetry
The silhouette of night
Anam Tanveer
The silhouette of night glares into my eyes,
Making me believe all that I am is a blatant lie.
I am not afraid of the darkness it brings;
I fear the light it conceals.
It strokes my gentle facade, altering my mood,
The flashes from my past then leave me perturbed.
Sleep, what is that, I wonder and ask?
It laughs and puts on a hideous mask.
The silhouette of night then recedes
As dawn arrives, counting my misdeeds.
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