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Can we ever be friends?
Or is our weird collection
Of unfinished business
Far beyond repair?
Could a thing so broken somehow work?
 Feb 3 Syafie R
Maria
Ten –
I loved you much
Nine –
As not anyone before.
Eight –
I forgave you a lot of
Seven –
Falsehood and lots more.
Six –
I threw into whirlpool.
Five –
I suffered meanness.
Four –
When it was cold,
Three –
I gave up proudness.
Two –
I waited for love in return,
One –
But I didn’t wait.
While I was waiting for your love,
My love got lost for late.
 Feb 1 Syafie R
Yourshadow
I loved you dearly
Yet I forced you away
It was for the best
Yet I wish you’d stay
Why couldn’t things work out between us
The seemingly easy
might hide difficulty
that which is difficult
on practice could be accomplished easily
 Feb 1 Syafie R
wael
،فلسطين
!وما أدراك ما فلسطين
،بلدُ الأمنياتِ، وقد سُمِّيَ بالبلدِ الأمين
،بلدٌ أُحيِيَ بالعشقِ، وإليهِ سعى كلُّ المؤمنين
،من أنبياءِ اللهِ الصالحين، ورسولِنا الكريم
..إلى أجيالِنا، وإلى أقوامِنا القادمين

،فأخبريهم يا فلسطين
،أخبريهم عن مَن سعى لكِ، ولو بدورٍ ضئيل
عن مَن حاربَ الدنيا من أجلكِ، وعن مَن زكَّى لكِ، ولو بمالٍ قليل،
وعن جيلٍ قيلَ عنه الفُجْرُ والرَّدِيئة، فها هم اليومَ ،واقفون
يهتفونَ باسمكِ، حالمينَ بالحريةِ لكِ، ولكلِّ الأنفُسِ ،المظلومين
..للأطفالِ غزة، شُهداءِ العِزَّةِ، وللقَسَّاميين

،أخبريهم يا فلسطين
،عن مَن هتفَ باسمكِ شاعرًا، وما كانَ من الشُّعراء
وعن مَن مثَّلَ دورَ الأمِّ التي تبكي على ولدِها المسكين،
..وعن مَن بكى لمَّا بكى كلُّ أناسيكِ الطيِّبين

،فسلامًا يا فلسطين
،إلى موعدٍ يكونُ فيه اللِّقاءُ بكِ أمينًا
يومَ نجوبُ شوارعَكِ وأزقَّتَكِ ونحنُ مطمئنُّون
،عليكِ، وعلى شعبِكِ المُحبِّين
..وعلى أنفسِ كلِّ المؤمنين

...سلامًا يا فلسطين
Is tomorrow enough?
It has to be,
Today is almost gone you see,
Yet here I linger,
Alone at last,
My memories repeat the past,
The moon does rise,
Still I am inspired,
Embracing my muse,
Thou I am tired,
In the dark
I smoke,
I wait for the day
I will meet tomorrow….
Unafraid
©B L Costello 2016
 Feb 1 Syafie R
duck
idling
 Feb 1 Syafie R
duck
twinkling, sparkling...
the night sky is bustling
tints of silver mingling
fragments of memories dwindling
fingers tingling
walking and cobbling
a nostalgic feeling
as i stopped, idling.
i sound like a grandma ;-;
Your story is still being written.

Tales of sadness and sorrow
Softness and love
Strength and growth

It has been an honour so far to read the words in the pages of your story,
And to witness your tale being written.

That said, your tale is far from over.

You still have a lot of life left to live.
Things to experience,
Places to visit.

So please,
Never give up on writing the pages of the story of your life.
A walk
to ponder the nature of it all
sea and sky,
the tumbling waves which fall
gulls that call on outstretched wings
none of these are separate things
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