Hira Chaudhry
An endeavour of self perception
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Volatile
I run through the cold nights, barefeet..
Cheeks kissed by ice demons..
Searching every park and lake..
I see you in everything, for a moment..
Then you disappear, with the fog I exhale..
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April 20, 2019 at 3:56 AM
Inspiring <3
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