Anas Amsha Poems

Awful endings without starts..
The battle rages between life and ceaseless death..
To win or to lose nothing will change..
Because dying hope will witness no birth..
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One hope, two, or maybe three.
Life keeps giving an illusions...
I was blind but now I can see..
the truth that leads to confusion...
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I see life in my dying dreams..
I see a way to my lost hope..
I see the light shines like beams..
on the dark side of my life they drop..
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The glare of summer subsides..
Autumn clears the dreads and regret..
If you want, remember..
And if you want, forget..
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