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Lost Moons
by Zaheda Ghani
Jan.-March 1999
Lemar-Aftaab
even though you stand close to me,
i cannot let you touch the heart strings,
for i know that you will break them.
i can see time taking me away,
like a river going further only.
i thought you might have the magic key,
but your will tells me its only a dream.
sometimes no matter how much one yearns of staying,
like sand they slip through the fingers.
watching it disappear,
even if it was something you always wanted.
tell the clock to hold one moment longer its incessant ticking.
and slow down the clouds of doubt
which come rising around me.
let it stay the same for one more day,
so you can bring back the moon you lost one night.
but its always too late…”