Sometimes I see the broken sketches
We're going to make a difference
The full moon we saw once
These empty feelings strongly melt
The bay's lights were like stardust
When you threatens me
With your off pitch trumpet
It was a present from Heaven
Turning darkness into kindness
Your happiness into strength

(dedicated to a great poet, Roberta Hill Whiteman)

Ahmad Shiddiqi

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