Intuitive Intuition Poem by Md. Mujib Ullah
Intuitive Intuition
I'm not fine.
Being fade wing of the cloud
In melted spirit of global warming
I drop the sins of rain.
In the snow falling morning
Do you remember me?
In the echoing time
I exclusively feel,
Leaving the darkness behind
At new basin inside the destination
You will definitely find the right creativity river
That will slowly but obviously flow & join
With the titanic wave of the sea.
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