Nature In Its Versatile Patterns...

Nature in its versatile patterns...
Questioning intellects...
Ever seek...
Her brilliance remains unconquered ages after
It's beautiful poetry...
Songs of love...
Music, designs who with flawless perfection...
It's Dances in motion, stillness after
Magical grace, entice, soul seek.
Sciences, of stars,
Oceans beyond,
Beneath its bed,
Beneath the ground,
Across the sky
Worlds lay in darkness, my ignorance...
Mathematical wonders in its abstract nature, seeks wisdom, in a passive thought flows in the heart of universe, cold beauty,
Deep in its sense...not appealing to soul of Romanticism its sensitivity, yet lies in it unapproached...
It's perspectives of art, magnificence of architectural glory,
Vistas beyond stretch,
Over delicate angles set and perfect symmetries...

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poem by Lama Abbas
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Friendship!

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

The day rises wide
From some nook of night...
Night seems to disappear forever like a dream...
Still there in hollow deep of a heart it finds its refuge...
Somber and bleak too yearns a day, longs a friend to restore to life.
And so a bright day came to me too,
Basking in warmth of a light hearted fellow,
Gliding over life with ease
Tossing off the lumber in her toe...
Folks and friends lest merry days...
Surpass nought the shallow's deep...
Down tread utmost linger's laughter...
Steeps high up through all alone...

And so a fortnight flee into an uneven thousand...

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If I can't sew notes together in a garland for my love...

If I can't sew notes together in a garland for my love...

If I do understand things but not those lofty says moulded in curves and twists doubtful of their own course...

But know what my heart says,

The simple, less known truths...

If I am accompanied by my dreams on my way back home...

And if I spend my hours to listen and admire the passive beauty...

And if I love solitude...

To weep into my own dark shadows...

Yet long a friend to begin my day...

I am not a dreamer...

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poem by Lama Abbas
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