Bliss

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Through her tinted glasses
She gaped at the fading green
The crawling yellow, the infecting brown
Spreading across
The blurs of nature
And she questions
“Such a world exists?”
Admist the grey masses of steel
The colorful layers
On the cemented walls
Had never given her
What she got, standing
Under the azure
Blotched with white
Inhaling the air, so fresh
That her existence
Revived with redemption
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About Rosh Von Amber

Pakistani-American. Graduated English major; Literature and Linguistics and currently a Lecturer. A smitten wife, former debater, bibliophile, passionate writer, music junkie, in love with nature and a bit of a vintage hipster.

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