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How to come up
Evening mystic shadows on the horizon
Enchanter path grew antiquity
beyond the border of the eyes
Underneath the neon light
The unspoken pains moving with slow wind
As if the cradling of white clouds
Chill wind grew the body blue
Spiritual poetry seeking destination
An arbitrary attraction of love
turns me from north to south
Blanket of fog covered the truth of my love
I could not see you
Cataract as fogs above the eye
with the darkness of night
playing continuously
I have become blind
however, with the sharp strokes of feelings
gory defeated rose of my love
Ignoring the barbed-wire fence
Worshiped on the door of yours
Comes with the sound waves
A very poem of unspoken love
with a great magical pull
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@Musfiq us shaleheen-2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem