Moz Rauf

When the moon shines over the park trees,
Travelling majesty in shadowy nights,
carressing the mid-summer's breeze delight,
Flirting fondly with a lonesome soul's flight
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I dance in my lover’s sweet presence,
In whirls
And sometimes in circles.
There is an end, I always forget;
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I said: “you are an imitation of love
Your beauty and grace is all that a poet seeks;
But there lies no love but only dust and stones
In the fever of days.”
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Whirl, whirl, whirl;
Spread those invisible wings.
Unfold, the treasures of deep within.
Migrate towards the eternal spring.
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Close so close,
Your tender lips.
Closing in even more;
Scarlet rose- your lips.
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I look at you.
You look at me.

Between the two of us
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She longed to travel
The silent course
Of the half-moons
That set around her emerald eyes.
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Against the musk of inevitable gloom,

We lit the torch of our burning faith;
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Infuse my heart with the joy,

That brightens up the day with a lark’s song,
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Look how strongly the candle burns
As the hands of time slowly turn
My heart is melting to your distant calls
Yet I'm closed to my fate's walls
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Lust is Love in hope of immortality
Walk on, in the intoxication of hope
Abandon the paradise your father lost
Trade it for a dime and a half
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I remember you tonight,
Under the mild heat of the early spring air,
That still imprisons the whispers of yesteryears,
And the sweet promises of youthful hearts,
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Why grieve,
When silence becomes the seabed
That nourishes a million sun and moon,
And becomes the throne of your beloved
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I laugh for hours.
It makes me sad in the end.

They built a prison for mad men,
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Come! Raise my soul to the gardens of night,
Where the flute whispers the secrets of delight
To the rose that is about to be dispersed
In the moon-dip, the eternal cup of wine.
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Infuse my heart with the joy,
That brightens up the day with a lark’s song,
And kindles the summer nights with sparkling dreams,
Of floating in the airs of weightless thoughts,
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She smells of roses,
That bloom like sleep
Without dreams.
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Life is such a burden,
Under the assembly line of railway engines.

I’ve spent a life time,
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