The Voice


As time passes
slowly by
drifting gently
through this night,
my thoughts
begin to wander –
as if mounted
on the wings
of clouds nearby
spread across
the vastness of the sky –
I’m fluttered away
into the moon dust
A subtle voice
cries out to me –
pulls me
like a moth to a flame,
“Leave
the periphery of grace,
Redeem me!”,
the voice echoes!

~Sumieya Kazim


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