Separated by lightyears of silence and nightyears of stone
You speak a language all unknown
In a crowded train on an empty line
I’m searching for someplace i can call mine
In the mirror of an hourglass naked i stand
My scars are hidden and safe in her hand=Nausher

© NAUSHER BANAJI 2014. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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