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Leaves swirl around a black jeep
parked  – inconspicuously waiting –
where red meets orange
and failures aspire high,
beyond the clouds waiting to rain.

It’s November – the wind cracks skin
already worn out from life.

 

 

 

 

© Fiza Arshad, 2016 All rights reserved

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