Rifhan Rasuli

I won’t always be here
beside the road leading to the wonderland
so do throw a bouquet of flowers to me
disseminated within the morning bulbs
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His traces sank in the afternoon
being barefoot, he ran along the beach
to a land where ideals were blooming.
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The brief silence in your speech
is an empty space
that streams down the mysterious valley.
As curious as I am,
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I’m casting a shadow
away, from your face
because I refuse to follow
those fading footsteps.
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As our every enthusiasm was swept by age,
I found a shocking note at the back page;
a parting gift as the dawn drew close –
an obliged occasion we always came across.
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That was a lonely painting you were sketching
under the shed that protected you from the fierce sunlight
I gazed from a distance the ripples of your ink
like you, estranging themselves from the dull sight.
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Seeing you running into the crowd
it did not take me long to realise
that our time was almost up.
Suddenly it became cold and serene
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Throughout the day he sees everything
but can do nothing
for he's a mere bystander
in life where entirety is mixed together.
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Impression was when I
looked at the sky
seeing the sun coming up
and the birds soaring.
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I have a cup of dreams
and some foolish hope
I’d like to share them with you
so you may fly, fly high to the sky
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This is the house of letters
where the purest snowfalls are
scattered in the balcony
too much, unreached messages
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