A Blind Winter
written by: Anwer Ghani
The pain is deep in winter, and the smiles have left our garden without goodbyes. In its nights I am just a shadow over cold trees and in its days I am a blind owl. This winter is blind and dry, nothing here but cold smiles and white dead flowers. Believe me, I have tried to plant a pink rose but the hands of this blind winter freeze my heart. Its gray mantle knows the roads of my mute lips and the coolness of my faceless moon.
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