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She says she is another drop of water in the ocean
It means she does not know the fate of a tiny drop
She says a drop of water carries rainbow with sun
She does not know after that glow life is just to stop

She says she lives with me in my heart in my room
And she tastes me till the first lovely streak of dawn
But she does not know the real dejection and gloom
She carries in her beauty the romantic dance of swan

Life is in transit ,love in trance and beauty in romance
So no one is clear and sure about the coming destination
A drop of dew is in love with a streak of sun to dance
Every living thing has a function and a typical fashion

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
I could never
be married
to myself.
We just aren't
that compatible.

  ~mce
Three thin walls and a faux wood grain
This is my home, four hours a day
Turning the page, writing in scribbles
Hundreds of books with tests in the middles
Out on the hour, sit in the sun
Wait for the scheduled break to be done
Back to our desks, writing away
This is my job, four hours a day
Dedicated to Premier High School of Abilene, Texas.
~

*I sang to the moon in your favourite style
with lemonade lyrics and daffodil song
Gathered the stars that I found in your smile,
leaving the universe dark before long

Moved every mountain in spite of their size,
short in the middle and tall on the ends
So that the sunset reflects in your eyes
and to your heart every echo now sends

Painted the oceans in rose petal mist,
colors as soft as the touch of your hand
Walked on a shoreline the waves gently kissed,
followed the footprints we left in the sand

Wrote you a poem of whimsical scenes,
written in verses now speaking of love
So that you know in my wildest dreams,
it’s always you that I am thinking of
Even in my wildest dreams I never could have imagined you loving me.
When poets fight
it just don't seem right
The weapons are not
a gun or a sword
but with  written words that
cut like a knife
instead of dividing
it is best to be uniting
through our love of
Poetry.
This is written in response to some people having conflicts with others on this site. When they fight it affects us all.
As a kid I would see
a bird and wonder if
I could fly too.
I wanted to fly to
fill my heart with
excitement,
spreading wings
seeing beautiful things
Now I feel change of role
the small plant has grown old
even as I sit inside a plane
it does not feel like flying
outside the window pane.
Now after all these years
a bird flying high means
to run away from my fears
to drop off this heavy drape
and fly just to escape.
I know to whom I would run
but I don't know if they would catch me.
I don't know if any of them would catch me.
also inspired by Rj. I'm assuming we're talking about the concept of "If I were drunk in a room of everyone I've ever loved, into whose arms would I fall".
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