Best Poem of Qadris Taimour

Pretty Faced Girl
I glanced at her as she talked,
Not seeing her words but her eyes
And all that had stayed behind, locked
In our hurried good-byes

I wished her smile had told me more
Of the thoughts on her mind
But the smile she showed only wore
Veils to hide behind

We never see our stories take shape
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He looks at himself
to laugh
to revel in his own circumstance

This was the absence of colour
to make the colour glow
he had sold in to movies and TV shows

He sees laughter across the light
in a happy void of colour
lies the story without end

A story told, would be told
And . . .
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