Aimanu B. Ali Poems

They find me beautiful
Some send their furtive glances
On my way like a coy mistress
Others confront me in the eyes.
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I laugh
A thousand springs rush
Down the mountain slope
The swing of my hips as I walk
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My mother,
she is lying there,
on her bed.
She seems to fade
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You call it love
your tool of torture
upon my body,
on my soul.
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We are now
Two fallen leaves,
Floating downstream
While drifting apart
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My love, you said,
'Lets walk in the rain',
Falling elegantly through the air,
Dripping as never ending strings
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You know, these days sometimes
I am almost in love with death.
You are surprised.
But I too wonder if it is possible
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A heaviness persists on my soul
like a foggy curtain in January morning.
Give me a little sunshine,
the sun refuses to rise in my sky
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New curtains hung
Floors scrubbed
Till shone as mirror.
New recipes tried
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A beautiful day is about to end
The sun still shining
in a cerulean sky
In the west above the hills.
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