many more not many more mus,
muse me-
many more not many more heart,
hate me -
but many more many more mind,
called me-
called me day and night, day and night
Your mus moves me
Moves all through my life
I wander and wander through blue sky, over skies
See your smile as it proves thoughts of time
Time, time that makes and
Plays all past to present
Your mus makes my morning, plays flute at late night
Ponder and longing my passionate soul
A teach, how nature flows,
And love cries behind melody
I see and feel how love flows,
through mus that muse me ……………….
- Shaleheen,5th December,2013
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