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Once a bee told me,
"a flower dies under the tree"

And I told him,
"everything that dies will grow again tomorrow"

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Everythin­g grew apart
but we're still living under the same tree
under the same sky
under the same stars
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Some people are made for each other
While some with a little bit of love,sincerity,belief,time and effort make each other

oh you bringer of glad tides
His most ultimate of prides
if all of creation couldn't lie
they'd all be puttin' ye high

oh you speaker of the truth
His all of messenger's roof
if none of words could give
the worths of how ye'd live

oh you the defined example
His divine very own sample
if guidance would be ample
what'll save us the trample

oh you saviour of mankind
His mercy on deaf 'n' blind
if we ignorant can't display
what's 'tween night 'n' day

oh you the light upon light
His avail with which ignite
if the darkness will prevail
what track wouldn't derail

oh you guide upon the path
His only way without scath
if the wrath is kept hidden
what door will be forbidden

oh you holder of the heavenly key
His knowledge 'n' secrets to ye be

so to get back at this sinner's plea
oh you would ye please rescue me


..assalaato assalaamo alayka ya Sayyidi...!


..salawaat'Ullahi wa salaamahu alayhi wa aalihi wa sahbihi...!


..love always...*


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 19/06/1436
Every line, every rhyme
I let you live every time
Every poem and every song
I dedicate for someone wrong

Now, will it be too much
To let me live in your poetry?
Though I know the emotions do not match
I want to be alive in your symphony

I've  written too many about you
To you whose worth I never fail to see
To you who hides what's true
The man who had always failed to see me
Dedicated to the love which died a year ago, to the love who never once had seen me, to the love I kept on the darkest parts of me, to all the love that broke the broken.
Sometimes in life
The journey matters more
Than the goal.
Six in the morning
        The ringing phone wakes me up
                    My favorite alarm
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