syafiq syahmi Poems

Come my friend,
join me beneath this breathing tree,
and sit on the crispy grass,
smother yourself with its scene,
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My life was full,
and had completed it course,
I left all my dreams,
fulfill and un-fulfill,
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On a yellow chair I sat,
heavy I am with the burden I bear,
No more real it is than just a load on my shoulder,
but it is something I would honour,
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Never to forget,
a neverending rythm to be played,
heavily danced by the rain of blood,
and shall I run through it,
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Such somber doors,
longing to be opened by such deserving angel,
O fair maiden of beauty,
a thousand thanks for that single touch,
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There was never that something,
of you, me and them are fighting,
what it is and is nothing more,
of created wisdom and ideal chores,
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Do tell me,
if my words are just but metaphor to you,
meaning nothing in a solemn way,
stretches upon me are scars of unwanted words,
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'Shall we dance my love? ',
to the beauty of this symphony that never end,
we shall be like a lovely couple of dove,
as we spread our white wings among the crowd,
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There was a lovely daughter,
an obedient child never to say no to his mother,
guarded direly by his father,
but lonely she is with no sister and brother,
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The lights intense,
the crowds are roaring,
the stage are set,
the night was right,
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