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The death of that innocent child
Changes the map of consciences, not of the world
Again proved that our education is wrong
The religion of the people turns to transgressions

When blood stained in the sky
Our love has become non-existence
Teaches me to think of another new war!
For the New Earth a habitable
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I've been trying to make father and dad rhyme
But dad has the essence of holding and never letting go
and father is some one who writes you letters after years of no speaking
Dad is some one who held you when you scraped you knee
And father is someone you only remember seeing once, and it was very cold that day
Dad is some one you talk to
and Father only wrote you one letter and you are 16
Dad is someone who you fight with, but you love him
and father is someone you will never know
Maybe its best that I can't rhyme sentiment and hopelessness
*Present and absent will never coincide with each other
Because my dad is not an antonym
And my father will never be a simile

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Whatever you say,
You do not delete the date stain on your skin
Over time it may likely to paly
Just think as the sun on the sky
But on the night when do not
Surely, somewhere else, off course in a different way
Or she has hidden behind the clouds

In the dark night,
Again she has arrested as the moon
Today, with the silky light of her,
Laughing this lake,
Bathing the distant hills,
Singing my lost heart,
Reminding the lost poetry

Her form among the many forms
How many words within the words,
The words of lost days
Her light, shines my love

The write which was only for her,
As the unfinished metaphors of poetry
Which has yet to emit moonlit
From the moonlight in a full moon night   

As if a prisoner who breaks down the wall of a dark circle
As if she has come to very near to my old door,
Light has fallen on her faded face again,
As well as the known mind of ours
Which is quite impossible to remove
Even yet that has proven the existence of eternal love
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@Musfiq us shaleheen