It was her void that was left unheard
Her bosom full of enmity
A storm thrashing within
Surrounded, yet all alone
Alas her desertness never departed
Her countenance seemingly retired for others
It took her too little to disappear
An ambush not for her
As if there was nothing to make her last forever
Amina Tariq
I am a student of English Literature in Pakistan. My submission is about plenty of emotions.
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