? Such a pain verse will indulge....

[Sophist]

What is written below is nothing short of one's sheer fabrication; nothing that resembles reality; indulge yourselves.

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I wept in my Room,Tears flowed from my Dry cheeks,

Dry Cheeks are good, a sign of a healthy heart,

I streched myself and Plucked the sky,

Plucked sky is blue, a blue coat to wear.

 

 

My weeping was painful, the Pain of my soul,

Pain can be edured, edurance is what I Need

Neediness has made me confused, confusion is my Guide;

Guiding is what I desire, Desire is what burns me

 

I sowed my seed, the Seed of my Sprit

Sinful seed is red, Red as a guilty blood

(I am soacked with guilt, the guilt of concious)

But

Soon soon will be gone, gone with the Wind

And the wind the vehickle, the Vehicle of eternal life.

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Love's Procession is moving,

Beauty is waving her banner,

Youth is playing the trumpet of joy,

Distrub not my contrition; My advicer

Let me walk; for the path is rich

with roses and mint and the air

Is scented with cleaness

 

Relate neither the tales of Bopodhari

Nor the bashful culture of the Somalihood

The bounty and the great is with God's glory

 

Speak not of peoples and customs.

not the musclinity of the Somaliness

For I with vigour love my thee

 

Go from me you impious of love,

you are taking away life giving rep[entence and bringin needless words.

[mz-alpha-soup]

That woz beautiful ...

u say confusion is your guide...

cudnt agree more coz i got words packet full

as vivacous n curvy, ma frame iz ma pride

lovelessness toughens the heart..

loves sick am like a puppy..

soft n melting at the touch ...

dont wonna douse ma reservations gladly..

clinging on to the forbidden fruit...

love shining its light beam..

soft music in ma ears like its him blowing flute

weep not precious dream...

coz it wud rip your insides like a seam..

dry the guilt, dont let it soak up the need..

spirit not seen but felt n its clean...

keep our culture inside..

never rapture what makes us differ...

the best pick of the bunch coz we dont mime

the rest of the fish in the sea, minds clever.

grabbing our Diin wit both hands..

and with all our hearts and mind...