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 Sep 2016 Masuda Khan Juti
Black
**** a sociology class, **** a community college.
**** all this ******* that they feed me called knowledge.
**** Everything even myself twice.
**** me real good i bet itll feel kinda nice
 Sep 2016 Masuda Khan Juti
Taylor
Where did you go? And who are you now?
When I stare in the mirror, it seems upside down.
Am I someone that settled or someone that took? Advantage always seems out of reach. Why do we think, "it won't happen to me".
Are the stars we aim for so far away?
That we can't simply ask them to align
Where did you go? And who are you now?
Stop it, get it together
Don't, don't pluck more feathers
Work, mould, hold yourself now
Cause he's shaping his whole world,
Without you and how.

You're worth a billion symphonies & more
So grip your dignity and shut that door
If that's the love you think you never had
Cry out to the universe and it'll tell you,
You're utterly mad.
But the sea knew that
the mermaid was in love,
for her singing opened every
seashell to show her its pearl...

Following a moonbeam
glowing brightly in the sky
Strolling down a pathway
as we watch a firefly

Listening to a melody
sung sweetly on the breeze
All alone this evening
underneath the maple trees

Hand in hand we wander
on this perfect summer night
Dreaming of tomorrows
filled with everything that’s right

Pausing in the shadows
where we share a tender kiss
All alone this evening
in a moment just like this

Gazing on the beauty
that my eyes have come to see
Lingering my vision
when your smile is close to me

Standing in a clearing
counting every star above
All alone this evening
just the two of us in love
......
In this edge of the end
Where simplicity flows
Through the straight river
The upstream songs
As the ****** sunshine of Lost spring

There today,
Exhausted Myna drying feathers
In the wet air
Sitting on the shade of the window
Steadfast attention on the distant horizon

Slothful day in a comfort bed
With a cup of tea
A longed cigarette,
Romanticism become struck

Outside the open window
Inside out
Light clouds of August
As if the "will" cradling to and fro
Dropping the ageless poetry
Filled with the words of dance

Rain comes down on the unleash field
Essence of mystic tunes flowing
From the tearful trots of rains
Moving, Flooding
The both sides of the river
..............
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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