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It was a long sad story,
form a long, a long years ago
an Angel came down from the haven,
there was a love light fallen on the horizon
and the Poet heard his first angelic song

The Poet made his commitment on her
He fallen into love and
after then,
the dispersion of light spreading
throughout the sky -

Angel taught him the moon’s beauty
and the Poet taught her the large sky,
after then they made a dream
that was more than a dream

The Poet lived within her moon
And the Angel played within his sky
It grew love more and more
between them the light,
only the divine light
That gravity attracted them more and more

After a long dispersion of light
one day Angel came down on the horizon
took the Poet,
and enfolded him with her arms,
wandering upon an ocean

The Poet kissed the Angel
and they lost within themselves
suddenly the Poet discovered themselves
beneath the ocean but the Angel could not

She was drowning,
drowning beneath the ocean
the Poet tried to rescue her
and picked up her on the horizon

Then so many angels came down on the horizon
blew her from the Poet’s sky
and the sky grew dark at once
But the Poet still sees her Angel again
When he recites the* Poe’s Annabel Lee
*In a very slow Autumn -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
*Tribute to My beloved romantic Poet Edgar Allan Poe*
Passage departs every instant till death
I gratify to hold dear with earth's comeliness-
Oh! My darling red rose florescence's for you!
Is it the ease cadence of one else?
I have an err of passion while I will hit the road-
Oh! God how roses become fade!
Could you conceit?
Oh! God how much credence I grasp from you! !
Benevolence - Amour-Inspiration!
Time and tide hasten so zippy-
Thee devotion should be ended very soon.

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
I have an err of passion while I will hit the road-
Oh! God how roses become fade!
I sit
Oh Lord in wonder
Within Your temple pine
And as I sit
In awe of it
I see Your great design

The slate grey clouds
Form arch and roof
The pillars
Rugged trees
The courtyard
Cobbled with grass
And leaves
This poem was written about my favorite place on earth, Pine Haven Christian Assembly. It's a beautiful place, with beautiful people, and a beautiful purpose.
do not take drugs
can catch dreams
and dream up -
even If you baffle
and lost your line
rather you can fly a kite
on the blue sky and
imagine you are floating
on drifted clouds

never go to hell
can catch dreams
and dream up -
even if you lost
your love at desert
rather you can
close your eyes
and imagine you
are walking in rain
drops on your eyes and face

never deem die before die
you can hold dreams again
and dream up -
even you are in hell or frozen

rather you can imagine
at winter dawn
you are walking on
a green grass garden
soft dews touch your feet softly

you reach very near a haven
and dream up another dream
for how to reach at harbor
and how you will
enjoy that haven -

@Musfiq us shaleheen
A dream poem.
I have been walking
in a fairyland since my born
feeling high as always
wandering in a haven's garden
say you the fairy tale -
say you the way, you seeking peace
the pigeon flies on your sky
feel and touch its feather
the morning sun will be appear very soon
the red roses bloom in your garden
walking on soft dews,
feels you the haven
mild breeze twist with jasmine aroma
cool you and to be cooled your soul
and the last you see the truth
the starry sky,
again you will be fairy at night
where your highborn kinsman will be come
with him you will be danced within moonlit
in a fairyland -

@Musfiq us shaleheen
Magical imagination, beauty and love in a fairyland
Alycia Jul 2014
The night envelops my senses,
turning inward I am catapulted
centered within the depths of mind's own eye.
From that place,
everything is washed anew.
The desolate streets,
damp with the night's resin
narrow and sparse with activity,
he is my only consort.
Creation is birthed from darkness.
I surrender myself entirely
to the whims of my beloved.
Grant me your grace,
won't you cross my path with the truths
of which you know I yearn.
Formless within the rabbit hole
my endless abyss,
I beckon thee forth
from the cavern of secrets,
let me breathe you in.
I offer no escape,
from this cold and desolate world.
Only a promise;
in my ***** of dreams nests a reservoir,
warmth abounds in this land of imagination.  
Come,
stoke me.
Lay rest to the tireless embers,
let me strain no more.
Ruthie Jul 2014
I found a haven
In the corner of my room
With your favourite book
Wearing your sweater filled with that sweet perfume.
I am one to find life at the hearth
Hearth of assumed happiness, comfort too
Lost within a haven of all ease, gentle truth
Though I am aware of the consequence
That follows from refusing to truly live
I cannot apply the necessary, most certainly
But there is little in my life of blissful dimness
That would induce this shameful existence
To get out of the hearth, the sanctuary, asylum
Of hope without fear, shame, any living
Alyanne Cooper Jun 2014
There's this place
I love to visit
When the world
Has tuckered
Me out.
It's a place
Not known to many,
Which works
Just fine for me.
It can be quiet
When I want to be.
Or raucous when I party.
It's a place
That comes to me
To wrap me up
And take me home
When the fringes
Of my soul
Become so frayed
And tattered,
Ragged and threadbare,
When the depths
Of my heart
Have lost all but one drop of hope.
This place is my haven.
And though I wish for you
To find the peace here
That I do,
This place is mine
And I just can't share it with you.
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