Written by Kahn, version one read by Kahn, version two read by Andy Denham.
'Last Hours'
She’s there to save him from eternal fire
Touching the light, warm peace of mind they hire
With the labour of love, no coins of desire
In a world unclothed, faith: their only attire
Somehow they know it, they’ re fatally aware
Of the triangle within the secret square
Last hours now nearing, changes are phased
As truth is penniless, all lies: purchased!
Khan (2020)
Version one read by Kahn
Version two read by Andy Denham
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Image credit: 'Last hours of sunshine in the late summer' by Irina Laube
Author: Munia Khan; Website: https://www.amazon.com/Munia-Khan/e/B01AYBNSGC%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share