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The small roads
Is constricted
I can't reach at your home at all
Can't accelerate my desire newly

Walking out of mind
In another way,
Lost Address
After passing such a long days
Can't remember anything
All those demands of time

How else is a way to get lost in transit
Forget the way back home
But what is there left to be
Without the knowledge of my mind
 
Day by day Sounds seem like a fairy tale
Get lost on the road to losing forever
You do not come anymore
Can't call in my old name

However, yet I smell your hair gets wet
See the flowers to be born again
Anywhere in Another spring
Again I dream with this nature

All I know is wrong
But what happened at the time, causes
Love lives between forehead wrinkle lines
Exists as a single grain of winter dew on the grass
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

There once was a man
Whose livelihood was rubber.
He worked long and hard; and wore a tan,
He was a plantation tapper.

One night he packed,
In haste after a long day of toil.
Quickly had his belongings all sacked
Under light from a lantern that reeked of kerosene oil.

He was ready, flame from the lantern he did ****.
Overhead, the midnight moon brightly shone.
Bound his sack to the rack above the rear wheel,
Mounted his bicycle and soon he was gone.

The dirt trail leading back,
Undulating with gravel all strewn.
Almost treacherous this forgotten track
He only relied on light from the moon.

The air was cool just like any other,
But something was different about this night.
Squinting ahead he spotted a figure.
Flagging him down was a lady in white...