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Poemhunter's highly tender_hearted great humanity people: : : : please forgive me alot, being in hard health in this very time, i wish you all health, all wealth and all good wishes, YOU are the dearest family I have ever had and loved................i pray for you to be always good
let HUMANITY be served through POETRY and
let POETRY be served through HUMANITY this
is what i call it the: : : CREATIVE EQUILIBRIUM
PROFESSOR CR.PHILO.AHMED KHALED T+
++++++THOUGHTS AND SECONDS++++++
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[]Man can make thoughts through seconds
but can not make seconds through thoughts[]
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++++++PH.D: SC.PH.AHMED KHALED++++++
Waving love for universe is like the air we breathe. We need, to live in peace and harmony. You here come as one of reminder about all this things in your big dreams to call everyone to be one. Call it peace call it family and the things i call unity is what world need. Thanks for overlay the messages in your poetry Ahmed. Photosensitive never make you negative but stay active for your voice. Fight for peace always Ahmed..We deserve all good for humanity! _Unwritten Soul
IT IS LOVE...........................
THAT I HAVE...........................
IT IS LOVE...........................
TO YOU...........................
MY FAMILY...........................
MY BELOVED...........................
MY FLESH...........................
MY BLOOD...........................
IN POETRY...........................
IN LOVE...........................
IN POEMHUNTER...........................
IT IS LOVE...........................
AHMED KHALED
CHRISTMAS COMMENT
it is more than to a far great extent if it is fair right to express it in the beautifully curved way that it has just been exploited to be an expression formula that the very very site which was, has been, is being, and is going to be splendidly successful to be that father to assemble us as one big continuous and connected brothers_sisters family in many many ways even if we sounded and do sound separate and disconnected at many many times is worthy and does deserve to be put and placed in such highly sublime and lofty place, a position that we have about it such deeply deep profound feeling of our gratitude and respect obligation and such broadly broad proud thinking of it's magnitude and respected occupation.
professor: ph.d.a.k.t++++++
why is love? a question always visits me, day and night, when i try to answer, it appears again, then again and again, till the question becomes the answer, at this point i may know the answer, which is simply: why is love?
Ahmed Khaled, that's okay...just write anything from your soul and heart as it will naturally craft your mind into precious poetry :) Hope you doing fine and your health getting better...Always have time to write new and poetry is your interest..dont give up on anything..you love your friends and we love you too_Unwritten Soul
i love you all, my friends, but, love is no longer enough to express how i feel about you or what i have got for you, the poetry is upset with me because my emotions made the flood, and the words, seeking behind meanings and beyond expressions to find something greater than love and more than poetry to describe you, nothing is to be found yet but the love, the light, the warmth, the passion, the affection, and your good hearts, my friends forever, //a//k// who loved you and lost in your love+++
Ahmed dear friend who could resist your quest?
Change
Another time another space
there's other me a screaming she
the one who quit to hang on any string
she has the golden eye of those who used to cry.
Another time another space
there's other she the bird in a tree to sing one word
on many tunes Love, Love! Love, Love!
Another time another space
there is no she there is no he
nor they but: We!
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