This poem is dedicated to Asifa and for all victims of harassment and abuse. For World Peace. Ave Maria.
A quiet empty street,
Her precious breath’s a song...
The pigeon finds Heaven’s fleet,
Her orchestral eyes rhyme along....
Her eyes are a sacrament blessing,
She smiles precious to the sky....
A star is the moon’s kissing,
Her eyes sleep in a porcelain cry...
Waiting for the moon to smile,
She looks up to the sleeping star...
The street lamps lights paint a mile,
A chime to rhyme Heaven a par...
Her Breath is a Choir Note,
Dreams breathe in a silent register...
A gale rhymes a poem float,
She sings in a Heaven’s Melodic whisper...
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