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If I go through the darkness
I see, all around the darkness
but I have a third eye
where there I can see your light

you are the light
that enlighten me
where there I find my way

If I go through the wrong
I see, all around the wrong
but if I hear through my another third ear
where there I can catch your voice

I find your words
that brings my words
where there I make my poetry

If I go through thee known song
I feel, I can't go through the whole song
but if I feel through my third sense
where there I am very curious to seek your song

I try to sing your song
that makes my melody
where there I can make my song again

If I go through thee mind
I feel, I lose my interest rapidly
but if I feel through my third vision
where there I feel the spirituality  

I try to understand your mind
that brings shine on my mind
where there I can make my soul again

If I go through thee road
I feel, I can't grow my motion
but if I think through my sixth sense
where there I move to your road again

I try to go through your road
that makes my speed again
where there I will make my love again
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

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After born, a child subconsciously
engaged with the nature
she (nature)doesn't play well as usual,
all the time of his life
because someone somehow
plays the negative role with her

He who does not know the life,  
and doesn't know how and why
she originated the waterfall,
And generated a vigorous stream
but when someone cuts in the face of a river,
and moving water whatever he liked
otherwise, his own purpose ( in a negative sense)

Day by day the river moved slowly
slowly and slowly,
water didn't carry,
the overdue sediments toward the sea
day by day,
the river grew inflated
and becoming a silted bed

One day the rain came as cats and dogs
slowly and slowly,
it has made the flood over the flood plain
and swift away lands and roads
then the water has seemed useless

The child grew older
now he feels consciously
about the worst work
that someone did with her

And he (older child) thinks,
what does he feel?
when someone cuts in the face of a river
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

Poetry
stops
the brain
and starts
the heart.

Pointy shoulder blade
- yours - digging into my cheek
Comfortable pain.

Now you hold my hand
Fingers threaded between mine
Hold it forever.

Interlocking limbs
You draw me in closer still:
Don't ever let go.

Fingertips tracing
(Please excuse my sweaty back)
Painting words on skin.

Your lips against mine
Tongues searching for an answer
How it came to this.

Though we won't complain
Laugh it off in the morning -
Just please don't forget.