Lama Abbas Poems

I have lived, lived enough to know...
Seen and heard love...
With waving trees that I trespass
In music that touches heart...
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She passed one full moon night...
Don't ask me the day...when it was...
Long from now...
A vague remembrance...of charcoal burning...burning slow anxious pain...
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Upon the heavy breaths

Dance the slow music
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Spiritual awakening....
Like crescent through the clouds...
Passing days shall make it complete and brighter...
Dark shadows shall sleep in the darkness...
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Resting over midnight's bosom a careless heart...
The other beneath a ceiling gaze in perplexity
Ov'r the seventh hour beyond his day he lives...
Dreading wicked malice and atrocity
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The day has come to its end
The birds have returned to their nest
The tired laborours return to their home
The fidgeting baby goes to sleep
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Thoughts pass...
Thought less give I...
To things in mind's absence that pass...
Flee over a fleeting thought...
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Harp of heavens plucked a string,
Vibrate its metal and iron rings
And the melody so pure, crafted fingers could play
Or is it master's art put into the fine tunes
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Nature of things fascinate me
I just think and move on
Stopping shall be a grave mistake
I walk along dusty dreamy ways
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Bespeak Oh reverent soul! !
Tempest has falleth.
O’er the oceans of silence.
O'er the vapors of dream.
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