Odd Hours

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Odd Hours

I was awake

When the storms came,

Late that night

All almighty and not bowing

I felt the presence

That comforting blanket

Spreading around

I knelt down to pray

For everything!

For the war to be won

For the love to be mine

But I could only listen

And so

I only listened

Written & Illustration by Faiqa Ahmad 

odd hours

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