Khalid Mukhtar

Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you

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Nûr, Grieving

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He sits there
Doesn’t say a thing
For silence is a song not every
Seeker learns to sing

He sits there
Sadly all the while
But walk up to him and he greets you
With the brightest smile

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