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Raihah Mior Jan 2016
I'd just like to know if maybe
All this while
I haven't been writing ****
Raihah Mior Jan 2016
Take my hand,
As we roll down the hills of melancholy
As we emerge from the ocean of uncertainty
As we run from the monsters of misery
As we exhale the oxides of evil
As we burn the remaining ashes of fear

Take my hand,
As we travel to the continents of curiosity
As we bite into the oozing deliciousness of joy
As we stay afloat on the clouds of comfort
As we fall into a deep slumber of silence
As we build a house out of these little bricks of strength (and patience)

All I'm asking you is to
Take my hand
Raihah Mior Jan 2016
What is it like, when the flowers start to bloom?
But the skies seem dark, filled with gloom

Or when the peaches are gold and starting to ripen,
But the pain inside- you could feel it tighten

And when you thought the stars above had finally lit up,
But your heart remained the same like an empty cup
Raihah Mior Jan 2016
I hope people will always remember me with good memories instead of the bad ones.

I hope people wont ever have to feel a loss when i'm no longer in this world.

I hope my grave will just be the layers of earth and nothing else that covers my lifeless self.

I hope the people that I love will always know how much they mean in my life.

I hope whatever I've done in this world is enough to be entitled to enter the doors of Jannatul Firdaus.
Raihah Mior Jan 2016
And as the wind blows,
her hair flows,
the dandelions tickle her nose,
the grass sways beneath her toes

Now,
she is airborne

Like a flock of sparrows,
she soars the sky high and low,
in search of a tomorrow,
with her pocketful of oreos

Just as the dark clouds came down to say hello,

away she goes
and gone are her sorrows
P.S. The oreos were necessary, just in case she got hungry.
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