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As the rhythm of the strange poem

~~ This afternoon wears the dark Shirt After demonstration of the moon, End of the waiting of pied crested cuckoo, I did not end A little bits of interval, Blinking the distant Stars My friend could count, very romantic, In me cast the shadow Her beloved lives outdoors, All the apartments of the mind has rented Taken from the first floor up to twelve I did not I saw the race of cars on the street, Standing at corner of the roof When hunger the fingernails, Subconsciously Playing an illusion of gravity This time the drone of insects, Occasionally shout of bull frog In fresh water of the rainy season, Breeding multiply Nature of the Nature Cut off the yarn, the kite ran out of the sky In the Kans forest, The shadows of white clouds, very Absurdly, I could not even catch you   In the body of mind, Emptiness came home Lost days song come up from the deep sea In the silence the sound of sighs Sleepless night as the rhythm of the strange poem While the star drops in front of a traveler Even though when my time has gone Still could not understand the unknown poetry ~~ @Musfiq us shaleheen
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Published
Jan 4, 2016
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