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the unseen language of the heart

THE

SAVING

@ s y a z w a n i 1 4 c a t s

Time is no one’s prisoner,

They say to her, like colourless sand,

It slips past her outstretched arms,

Like an imp it teased, vanished and missed.

But keen eyes see seconds run like the minutes,

Hours galloping like wild horses crashing on shores,

Within a breath, she drinks in the taste of life,

Seeing small miracles, touching the world like it was all but a dream.

It hurts, she says, to leave the place she felt belonged,

Like how the cranes follows the water,

She’ll trail back over and over,

Where strong arms and gentle eyes welcome her.

She’ll find no place like this,

Where the night and day are two beasts,

Fire and ice painting their brilliance on the canvas of the sky.

Her being say she’s home, and here is where she’ll stay.