Sulthan Ghazal

Dear
Do not ask me to give you a true love
because my life will never be sustainable.

I have a love that represents a consen prayer;
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At the corner of the room, near the exit
a mother was busy packing a small box
with red paper air-gold ribbon.
Her son asked:
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The park was deserted,
When everyone
no longer visible;
A couple sixty years old.
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I want to go home,
go back to home,
no place to go home,
Where should I go home?
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God,
Forgive all my hope
which is now ended.
Despite my devotion,
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This journey so quiet,
precipitous and winding, mom.

Shall there is a cup of longing,
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I call it love,
Something that flows in the veins,
Boost heart rate every seconds
And became the core of every movement of life.
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Dear,
God makes the soul
as the essence of the life of the universe.
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Beloved, someday
our love story will be like water;
It runs quiet, eliminating thirst
give life, and refrigerate.
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Beloved,
I'll see you in every blow of prayer.
That fly without wings
toward the eternity,
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He is the estranged child
exiled from the world
the no stranger - for his bitterness.
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