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A Highlighter
Words…soft and gentle words
Pour on like a humming voice
With a forgotten melancholic tune
Like a softer lullaby on a wild dune.
They float on in my realm of imagination.
Make me shiver and shake through salvation.
Is it the beginning, or is it ending, once and for all?
Not able to wipe the fogs and mist, too abstract a call.
I am holding a highlighter, I intend this again after a while
To stop those flowing words before vanishing with a smile.
Grip those words, I love them the most amongst all I possess!
And highlight that colorful sadness on these dead- white pages.
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Tamanna Ferdous
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