Baba Mahmud Muhammad Poems

Wit d rain of tears
Comes d harvest of pain
In d season of poverty
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All the luv that history knows
Is said to b in every rose
Yet all that could be found in two
Is less than what i feel for you
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From the first
As your feet marched on
I caught u in the pangs of my agony
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Words twist and tremble in my mind
Words grey beginning to fade
Words gathering light to shine like gold
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Sirene of life
We embrace d cry
Thus adieu with tears
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