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Beside the enormous Oak tree she was resting
When the Mage of Night woke her up, cheering
 
By putting Her cold silver enchanted robe
Upon her and everything else around the globe

Mage on its fourteenth was rising from the east
She started walking towards Her with ease

Orange pale dried leaves shrieked in protests
As she walked bare footed upon them with zest

Dragging them along with her extended hair
She finally reached the noisy river
Showing a blur image of her, the Mage, and a white doe

Doe… what was it
Oh it was her own shadow

Water shining like diamonds in the sky
And glimmering crust and troughs on the face of mountains 

She then had to turn her head 90 degrees
To look at the Mage hanging between sky and the earth

The sight terrified her
Enchantment broke... she then realized, 

Something was to be there
But it was not

What was it____ her own former self ? 
Or something or somebody else

Panicked, she looked around
Everywhere____ But it wasn’t there

Among the trees, behind the cliffs, with in water 
But it was no where to be found 

And then morning breeze lulled
The Mage and stars to their beds
Horizon was now adorned with orange pale hue

She too walked towards the old Oak tree
And lay upon its branch which was inches from the ground

Emeralds fall down from her tired eyes
As the doe came forward to see her shadow in them
They shined brighter than the sun, before vanishing in soil

Her almond eyes stopped on the hourglass for a moment 
Before they were lost in the world of sleep

~Paghunda Zahid

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