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from ahmad@writing.com
Mirror,I see my picture.
It moves by touching,
but not with legs.
It washes all,
not using hands.
It heals ailement,
no need to research.
Seeing helps the eyes,
here is a vision.
I see many,
far and near.
It carries on its own,
light and heavy.
In it many dies,
and alot are living
with out you we die,
FREIND for ever !!!
ROUGH JOURNEY
Gyrating, side walking the car creeps.
Like a cat it moves,
Creaky, the hinge of an old door.
Its engine is a trumpet,
Waving trees are lost from sight
Pungent, smelling of dead bodies
Congested mucus fills my nose.
My ear?s insensitive to touch,
The dusty wind blows us all-
Imponderable sufferings all alone
Complaining of the walk I?m tired,
Meekly myself, I am a pure boy,
Scorched by heat.
Crying bitterly for my soul,
This journey will never END!
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