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I do not know who I am but my feet are not on ground
My heart opens layer by layer like caged bird to declare
My eyes glow and dance like a swan just all around
My destiny changes in to destination like real love player

In trance I say I love you my love take me in your arms
Let take hearts strings to be in a chain in being in rain
For tresses sake my life is at stake to follow love norms
Please do appreciate I have my faith as just like grain

Beyond time and space being witness to trace I just flow
Your sparkling eyes your red cheeks and being stylish style
My sweetheart, my beloved,my beautiful innocent dove
Let be together on love path from pace to pace,mile to mile

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
You fire burns me and makes me gold
Hence my love I am proud and bold
Your beauty makes me to fold unfold
Love has strong grip and strong hold

Love blooms on the bark to culminate
Beauty is always ready to associate
I am a lover who could not tolerate
All my rivals to come and celebrate

Beloved is mine I know how to please
A streak of light can make me cease
She is so swift like the morning breeze
I feel intoxicated when she tries to tease

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
 Apr 2017 Adelaide London
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Silence
I know her
like the back
of my hand
an eyebrow
under a cross
of ashes
the cloud
I followed
for so long
now I listen
on lone walks
for the song
of stones
beneath the creek
I once called
home sometime
so long ago
I can't remember
why I ever listened
to her at all.
Tears do not stop to let me pray
My fortune brought light of day
All body is refined but being gray
For the taste I am ready to pay

What love intends to demand
I am also of the same brand
Don't ask taste of being grand
My love my beautiful blond

Love and beauty are in chain
Let me taste the real love pain
Love is matter of heart not brain
It makes every sane ,insane

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
When I was very little, my dad used to make up songs about what he was doing around the house.
Getting ready to go fishing, he'd make up a song.
Making lunch; he'd make up a song.
And once, he was making coffee, and I vaguely remember it.
My dad was holding me while he was pouring the coffee into the coffee filter,
The water in the coffee ***.
I remember him looking at me and smiling and then he sang:
"I love coffee," he'd sing and I'd echo with what he'd sing.
"Coffee every day,"
"When I wake in the morning,"
"It gets me on my way."

-J
I love you dad. Even all of your weird embarrassing songs.
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