Nasar Karim

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The end never comes
I could have regrets,
The tune that she hums
Keeps time with my steps.

My favourite thing
Keeps running away
There’s a song that I sing
As the violins play.

Each day it begins
The watches are set,
We don’t mean to sin
I’m there, but not yet…

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Nasar Karim

Nasar Karim

BSc Psychology. Writer. Dreamer. Poet. Addicted to risk.