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Abubakr Farid Poem
The wind howls, the leaves fall
does any one hear the mourns of the dead.
Neither to the left, neither to the right
all they can do is be there as they lie.
Waiting for their so called dark knight,
they cry and scream hoping for their justice to be brought to the light.
Trapped in a place with no time or space,
the souls of the dead lies in wait.
They wait for the day with no pain but gain
the day when truth will finally rain.
Able to move from the chains of the past,
they turn to the light where everything is all right.
As their justice brought forth, the dark knight smiles to the sky
only to be seen as a radiance of light.
As the wind howls and the leaves fall,
so does the souls of the dead as they finally lie in rest.
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“THE CRY OF THE BLACK
CAT”
Darkness rise, Brightness falls
AS the Black Cat cries through the night
All that seems Black and White, turns to be Shadow and Light
Wishes he may, Wishes he might
For not a single star shines through the night
For not even the Moonlight graces the sky
Not a strand of hope left before his sight
He weeps bitterly like the sea of the Nile
Trapped in a Cage with nothing but might
All he feels are the weeps of his Fright
Hoping to be stronger in his next Life
The Black cat sleeps and finally, he says Good night.
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4 SEASONS
The world is painted in shades of gold,
As autumn leaves turn red and yellow.
A crisp breeze blows through the trees,
Bringing an end to the summer's ease.
Winter's chill is in the air,
As snowflakes dance without care.
warm fires light the night,
Bringing feelings of peace and delight.
Springtime buds begin to grow,
As dormant life begins to show.
The world is painted with a new hue,
the air is fresh and the sky is all blue .
Summer's heat begins to rise,
As the sun sets bright in the skies.
Sand between toes, puddles been splashed, snowmen been built and waves crashing down
4 seasons fun is never forgotten and never a frown.
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Silence!,
the whispers of darkness.
Silence!,
The cries of fears.
Silence!,
All seems gone and lost,
Silence!,
All seems calm with love.
Silence!,
Some times as peace,
Silence!,
Some times as death.
Silence!,
An idle state of mind,
Silence!,
An easy path without joy.
Those who go never comes back,
But those who come are never back.
Able to rip and tear a man,
Able to sow and forge a man.
With all it fact being good or bad,
The final choice lies whiten the man.
Either you turn right or left,
The choice you choose is yours for the best.
Seeming to be like a maze of all test,
I hope your choice is able to bring rest.
Silence!,
A path of many roads.
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Eyes of glitter.
Heart of crescents.
The damsel of my heart needs no filters.
Born with looks and skin of gold,
She walks a path of nothing but thrones.
Blessed with that as a silver spoon,
As humble as lark that life she leaves.
All she brings is fortune as told,
Not a single pride left in her as a whole.
All men do is try to woo,
She turns away waiting for the day of days.
Head held high with pride of gold,
my damsel leaves her life with no litters.
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PAIN OF DEATH
The pain of death is one that can’t be fathomed,
Bringing sorrow, anger, and feelings on random.
Like stormy clouds raging over the earth,
This pain can't be avoided; it shadows birth.
And like the setting sun against the flowing stream,
All we can do is wait, as steel meets rust unseen.
A life once joyful can be pierced with holes,
For death comes to us like a blizzard cold.
It may leave scars that time can't heal,
Cracks on stone, a pain so real.
Yet like sunlight from spring’s warm embrace,
It shapes, it teaches, and we learn in its grace.
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Fortunes favors the bold,
Wisdom favors the calm,
Time goes but each remains.
People grow old why some die young.
All with one wish to be beloved on earth.
Before the bucket falls from the kicks of their struggle,
they are wished good life and prosperity without or less trouble.
I wish you the same so your life may be as the fresh leaves of spring, and calm as summer’s breeze.
Feliz cumpaleanos!, Amiga.
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