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 Aug 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Kerri
Twinkling fireflies,
In the midnight heat,
Cool blades of grass,
As moisture hangs in the air.

Brittle branches claw the sky
Mourning the leaves,
fluttering beneath,
As a  hazy moon hovers above.

Periwinkle nights framed in gray,
Bedazzling crystals sprinkle down,
The world is silent,
As a thick blanket cleanses the ground.

A pastel palette,
Brings life to the trees,
The earth is reborn again,
As a gentle breeze magically blows.
Living in Tennessee, I get the pleasure of experiencing all four seasons. I wouldn't have it any other way, as each of them have their own hidden treasures.
I sometimes can feel
your mental embrace
through all these miles of thought

Even a faint wisp of breath
there upon my face
i've caught

And my lips can almost touch
your kiss even in this separation
of all our time and space

We fight and you demand
I fight back and take a stand

But in the end I surrender
all of me to you

Because I know
I am nothing now
without the hand of you
No, please, I need to go.

My home glides with the river.
My friends soar above the clouds
And watch the world through their snow-speckled eyes.
My parents are the rocks
That give me purchase when there is only icy sleet.
My teachers are the swift and rough waters
That don't let the cold catch up with them.
My love is the elusive beast,
That I see out of the corner of my eye.
I can't quite see him through the dappled trees,
But I know he watches me, guides me.
My memories are of the mountains,
Of the water that roars my name,
Of the elements that made these callouses on my hands.
I travel with the wind,
The breeze whistles the tune I sing.

So, if you forgive me, I have an appointment with my life to keep.
Don't hold me back, I need to go where I belong.
Pay
Thou shalt never go to heaven,
God will make thee pay !!!!
He'll make you pay for what you've done !!!!!
The long winter nights,
Crying and repenting on my sins.
Everyone has a dark side,
But mine is so dark that I feel hopeless.
As I sit back on my chair,
Scratching the bottom of my seat.
Ouch !
I accidentally slit my finger.
I feel the blood trail along the contours of my hand,
But as motionless as I sit I don't care.
My thoughts seem to fly in the midst of this day,
But then again I guess it's just me.
Sitting alone in the attic,
I shiver as I cradle my body.
In this dark I sit alone,
Cold and scared.

I've been feeling as if I'm being observed,
This dark demon that  haunts me.
It has  left me with just misery and pain,
First it kills and then possesses my body.

I shudder to think how this evil is feeding on me,
Extracting all my memory.
All there left is my soul,
And hope that one day I'll be free.
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