Intiqaaal

she’s been waiting all the night,

the City of Lights’ in humble fright

a red dawn will be born

as she sees a deadly sight.

Two faces ghostly white.

she’d be still, her heart will mourn

but the sun shall rise with all its might

the birds shall reach their usual height

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