Resurrected
Amidst the conquering chaos,
And the haunting hollows,
My anaemic tenacity ripened,
Through thick weeds of dark.
I could now hear the throbbing blood,
Pulsating in continuous rhythm;
And the depth of breath,
Satisfying my crumbled chest.
I knew not that one touch,
And a look of the eyes,
Would bring me alive again.
Siddiqui
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