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..and this is the reality 
    the darkest terror 
    the incomparable beauty
    yet life could never be an error--

    mystery absorbs me completely 
     calls for my humble surrender   
      all that is, is but ephemerality    
      even my most treasured endeavour
* after Emily Dickinson,  Sylvia Plath and Keats
I am the lone wind
A moment's song, I kiss your
Skin then I'm gone.
I wasn't scared to fight, I was scared to lose.
I wasn't scared to shout, I was scared to be misunderstood.
I didn't move out to put an end,
I moved out to give you some space.
But you want what I didn't, so in your life now there is none of my trace.
Be you black
Be you white
We are all one

Be you pink
Be you  brown
We are all one

Man is man
No matter his colour
No matter his tongue

(C) Kamarudeen Mustapha
One thing I dislike about the night is
It ends,
The comfort, the coziness all have to end.
It gives space for the day to rise.
Which makes me see all the emptiness and ask me to wise.
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna live in lies
Wish the night prevail forever in the skies
So the pain, the hurt, the failure never visible to my eyes.
The beauty of dream is,
Its not real...
Good or bad probably doesn't stay on memory long .
It could be bitter or a sweet song.
100% your own and to only you it belong.
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