We as night,
Greet the-moon-with-stars.

And I the lampshade
Tried to tell you
Something--

But my memory-
For-gets.

I attempt to feel,
Though-my-skin
Is stifled--

As it networks
Into-me--copying,
Parasitic fungi.

From embryo days
The sun starts to
Cry membrane.

Losing menageries.

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After a long time from its origin,
the river has bend into two ways
it has intersected by a *******,
on a meandering belt,
created an angel between two lives

One has moved toward the right,
a narrow uneven sway,
that tributary stream has flown on fight
as if it one will be die within a short way

Another, that I have traveled
the straight stream,
a simplest form of life with a distinct velocity
may be at the sea where it will be settled
but that little one has made my curiosity

Yet, I see that one
how it has gone
i think about its trend
and feel how it will be end

A boat is waiting along with the *******
i don’t know,
why do it wait and whom for!
and where, it will go!  
all sorts of thing I feel when I have stood on my toe  

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen