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Feb 2019
Night's burning through the candle on my desk,
And the sharp blade of flame spreads
The charming dance of the thick shadow on the edge,
Of time, where the warmest kisses turn cold
Tightest arms get unfold
And the hearts of lovers are sold
By those whom they would love more.

Times and times is told,
In the papers of our history books echoed,
The lives of men too bold,
Killed souls to raise strongholds.
But, now behold the wrecks remained.
No kings, no queens, no murderers, no saints.

And wonderful claims
Of a changed world to turn you the blame.
O, mirrors are the same
But not such as you
Of thousands broke to show them true
Grey strands of hair
And a face of turning blue.

But you blessed time, they shall not turn you tame
The more they try, the more comes shame
In this weary world where dream is name,
O Time, blessed Time, thou shalt be the same !
Dears,

I am sure you have read Arnold's Dover Beach. In Dover Beach, Arnold complains how his contemporary Victorian world has changed due to the industrial advances and also lack of faith, but Composing this poem, I have tried to convey this message that the only permanently stable being in the world is time. In other words, everything shall change, but time. This is in a term like when we look at the reflection of our faces in a mirror in two different ages. The mirror is the same, but the one who has factually changed is us. The tone is more realistic and not gloomy. What we believe about sadness and happiness is bound to our personal backgrounds. Arms being unfolded, hearts and mirrors being broken has happened throughout the history and as Aristotle claims these individual events are not comparably as important as the concept of Time.
Mustafa Maho
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Mustafa Maho  31/M/Iraq, Kurdistan
(31/M/Iraq, Kurdistan)   
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