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Dawn* told a story,
I listened.

A story of a new found love,

Of the *Autumn
leaves,
a story I received.

Dusk sang a song,
I sang along.

A song of sorrow,

Of the Spring rain,
a song I sang.

Midday performed a play,
I watched.

A play of worn out emotions,

Of the Summer days,
the emotion stays.

Midnight wrote a poem,
I slept.

A poem of nothing,

Of Winter winds,
nothing was written.
The evening shall lay waste to the day
As it retreats over the horizon
The day shall counter strike its way
Up unto the morning
And i'll be waiting and watching as i do
For the end to the neverending feud
And the beginning of true solitude
 Mar 2017 Yasmine Safwatullah
AM
though I know it's not right
but the way his skin caresses mine
and his gentle smile is very warm
the same feeling I get
when I prepare myself to dream
about the universe and its sunset
and I drawn my curtain
as the night falls upon me
like I fall for him
cause the way his skin caresses mine
and his gentle smile is very warm
like the shimmer light before dusk
 Mar 2017 Yasmine Safwatullah
GKM
She whispered his name each
Night like a prayer waiting to be
Heard by a god she thought was
There. The way the syllables
Swirled round her tongue like an
Ancient tale she didn't know but
Felt when she heard her heart
Beat. The feel of the letters on her
Lips was like a childhood lullaby
She had heard a thousand times
But forgot the words to.
She longed for the person she had
Once known like her first name.

But what she didn't know was that
There are some things that must
Just remain forgotten.

— The End —