Like a romantic guy in common ground
By Mohamed Fazloon
When I turn back to my summaries,
Golden paintings of embattled enemies,
I hardly receive the lovely thoughts of my head,
Writing poetry wasn’t my hobby, my heart’s lead,
I never knew the real melting of love’s delusion,
Memories of her were visions of transfusion,
Like the autumn leaves failing to hit the sound,
Oh my love confusion that attracts me in the ground,
Made my body hurt to dysfunction,
Challenges of love rage is hard to mention,
My mind is going round and round.
Like a romantic guy in common ground.
Written on 08-22-2012
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