A close up:
A blue vase
A red rose
An open window
Gauze curtains
Rustling
In soft breeze
White pigeons
Soaring
In the blue sky
On feathers of peace

A silhouette:
A dark vase
No flower
An open window
Dark shadows
Creeping in
Or flowing out
Of the dusk

A fade out:
What is in the window?
What is behind the curtain?
What is behind
Those lights
You see
Where you stand,
I see
Where I stand,
A moment
Split into two
Between I and you.

Do we live
In our own light
Or in our own shadows?
Do things have meanings
Of their own?

M.Yusuf Abbasi- Published

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