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 Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
Space
 Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
There is a thing that is between two atoms
That cannot be overcome
Despite the energy
Despite the light
Despite the song
They will never touch
They were not taught how to
Between me and you there is no such thing
Be you beside me
In front of me
Opposite of oceans of various hues
     You are still within me
Beating
Giving me energy
Light
Song
 Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
Love
 Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
I met love at the bus stop once and she said to me
Love me
I smiled at her shyly and with longing
I can’t. Away with you.
So she floated away
Slowly but surely leaving me alone
But as she left I shouted out for her to come back
But she left me
And I’m scared
But my Lord is The Light
 Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
Whispers drawn from a soft heart
Into the seams of a thin carpet
over a hard floor
Are heard from on high, by One closer than even a heart beat
So fret not for ones far away
The Light of the Heavens and the Earth is the deliverer of your letters
Wherever they may be, His mercy enraptures and His compassion captures
So whisper away
No one is neglected
Ours is not a caravan of despair
 Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
You
 Aug 2017 Hida Abbad
Mahdi H
You
I am for you
You are for me
And what lies between us
Holds so much beauty
and I looked at you all the time
you were my best friend
but this was different
it was in that moment
through laughter
and inside jokes
when I looked up at you
and realized
by god
  
  I love this person
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
To the tune of "Red Lips"

Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.

Regretting that spring has so soon passed,
That rain drops have hastened the falling followers,
I lean over the balustrade,
Weary and depressed.

Where is my beloved?

Only the fading grassland
stretches endlessly toward the horizon;
Anxiously I watch the road for your return.
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