shirani ibrahim Poems

Marie Mel n Me Canada In White Satin..
A journey distant with friends and loved ones so dear, I don’t know what to say
Let it be a bus, a car, a train, it did not matter, was fun all the way.
Hand in hand in this white wonderland, I looked into her sparkling eyes,
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With a strong feeling of wondering should I go or should I stay
The sky charioted by dark clouds and in crept a feeling of dismay
Pitter, patter, and soon came the heavy sounds of the raindrops
Into the automatic car I stepped in, hoping safely to be dropped
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Often I do mistake seeing the uncertainty of the sky
The many message it conveys as I try to read it with a sigh
The various shades, a picture paint of grey and blue
The clouds roll by and cover the golden sun I find no clue
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Memries special do not easily blow away
And neither will they ever go disarray
Stepping back in time it is now clearly seen,
Many things in life, that could, should have been.
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Your bday again and your gone, your smile, your laughter
Your jokes in our hearts lives on many years after
Mona Lisa your favourite, not forgotten very much alive
Your words of comfort your guidance never can ever die
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The clouds move in a direction swiftly floating softly like the snowflakes
Does it give a message, a language that I cant read, the design it makes?
The patterns I see amazing and I wonder why they go sometimes in full speed.
The sky with its whiteness has its reasons and it surely must have its own need
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To Marie..My Special Book
Together, once again and we go down memory lane.
Recapturing, the special moments of fun and pain.
Turning back the pages of time, we read those fears,
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A dark spread across the sky leaving it in full gloom
And the golden sun grins no more, it has lost its room.
the light so dim no hope and gone is tbe golden gleam
the rains heavy and the streets now a muddy stream
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Dear Sis your bday dawns, a teardrop falls with a wish in my heart
If only, I could turn back the clock, the thoughts tearing me apart
Under those jam trees, chained to those beautiful memories
You, me, brothers, cousins and friends, and oh the bruised knees
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Missing You the most.. the queen of my worldly life,
So reliable, fearlessly I turned to you in life’s strife.

In times of double troubles when I wished I was dead.
You were my comforting cushion, to lay my confused head.
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