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Fozia Ali Poem
You might think I'm rude,
I am helpless, I am alone.
but I drag myself to the very edge of the mountain,
I might fall, I might die, but I am satisfied that I am weak yet brave.
I walk on the path silently trying to count how many times my heart beats for you.
Copyright © Fozia Ali | Year Posted 2015
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Fozia Ali Poem
Love and death are two uninvited guests when they do the same work, one takes the Heart and the other takes the Beats.
Copyright © Fozia Ali | Year Posted 2015
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Fozia Ali Poem
Snow is a beautiful scene but when there's too much it's unbearable.
Copyright © Fozia Ali | Year Posted 2016
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