mostafa jnainaty Poems

i do not know
if i should fear
the racing bullet
or give it my heart
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I have yet to meet myself

my sweet nature could not mingle with earth's bitterness
my light spirit rose high above earth's ground
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I never knew air was all around me
until with rage it blew
and once it did i finely said that air
has com for you
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i wish i could write from my heart
another time or day
not my mind another
poem it sets to play
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