My past lives alone. That's why my loneliness wants to live in the past
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There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

By Munia Khan

The moon seems unaware

By Munia Khan

Nature is the guardian of Africa. While the sun lights the African sky in day time, the moon begs the world to help her lighting Africa in the night

By Munia Khan

Night after night on starry wings

By Munia Khan

Starlight beats when heart twinkles

By Munia Khan

The Sun can rise anytime in your dreams. And there night may fall anytime as well.

By Munia Khan

Dark night knows what full moon requires

By Munia Khan

I left smiles on your wordless lips

By Munia Khan

When twilight sleeps holding the night

By Munia Khan

Night never needs a shade

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Give me one more night to taste the dark

By Munia Khan

Abortive time: unwilling to tarry

By Munia Khan

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

By Munia Khan

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide

By Munia Khan

A lonely soul is the best friend of itself

By Munia Khan
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