Aimanu B. Ali Poems

My eyes search for you
In the crowd,
Resting on the faces of the strangers.
Then I remember,
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Everyone loves
a poem of love.
I too want
to write one.
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You tried to sing to me
but no you could not.
Your voice soaked in tears
still echoes in my ears.
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Sitting under this old tree
I am not daydreaming of love
but waiting for rain.
This late winter,
...

I tried to evade trouble
but it called on me
like some unexpected guest.
I stepped out.
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Standing at the threshold
of the new year
I looked back down the corridor
of this year dying,
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Sweetheart it's been long
since we last talked.
I yearn for your voice
ringing in my ears now
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I am waiting for the rain
Almost impatiently
With an eagerness
Of the lover
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The morning in late autumn
misty and a little cold
much like the mind
slightly depressed and lone.
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I do not want happiness.
A little space is all that I want,
and a little freedom
to stretch my almost numb limbs.
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