A coffee by her side,
Neatly placed on a coaster,
In fear of leaving circles:
Patterns best left for the pen.
Light beats, Noora Noor
Clear sky, save for the cottony clouds
Dancing with the glistening Khalifa
A little jewel delicately placed outside her window
Sunlight in her eyes
And a tune in her heart
Gone with the wind
Stocatto at her finger tips
It's that Sunday morning feeling
Watching shapes dancing
To that familiar beat
Conceding the present to pass
Fast cars and melodies
Chasing circles
Dedication
To a nugatory need
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