cold coffee, dried flowers.
no, i don't write poems so much
anymore.
you came along and i'm
suddenly
living in
one.

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It means nothing because it is only a group of letters
                        It means something because a name names a real thing
            It means permanent because we don't name what will soon go away
It is the number 6
It is graphite on a plain white backdrop
It represents all my memories,
                           Every night I swim through
                                           Every day I face
It represents recollections of people
                        Whose names fill those memories
            Represented by their own names and their own sets of memories
People who are teaching me freedom and trust
Like when I let Polar Opposite have my heart
                       And KRD have my secrets
                                          To keep
It means I am a person of memories
                         But it is also whatever you dream of when you hear it

/
When turning to cross
The  known road
Nightfall sought at transition
Juncture in the global
The road was not going
To go straight to,
Long trees standing as rows
The situation was the frolic of shadows

What a strange illusion
In the air
All the time together
Calling with his hand  
Meantime few steps to the New street
Evenings Came
Tuning of falling leaves
It was all the upset heart
Of the tune
Dry leaves on the road
With the wind in love
The impatient soul

Known moon far away,
Solo
Moonlit falling on the street
In the gap of trees,
Half-light, half shadow
Of aesthetic
Sudden heart bothered
For whom
Restless reflections breaking the heart
Known music floats
In the air
Yet too mystic!
As if the time,
Passing thousands of dreams  
Moving toward the ultimate way to
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen