Mohammad Taffazul Poems

Why I'm afraid of my self
I never fail to grab the stars
Hands never hesitate to touch the sky
Eyes never reached the end
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Something I can see slight; but never exists
What is it, I know it well;
But can't reveal, something; it is hell some thing it is hell
Less to see, Much to do
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when to know earth's move be the harm
when to know autumn's wings be the conjure
profaning my love assaults mine charm
and you 'my love'the reason damns my structure.
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