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Friday, March 23, 2012

[SEE?]


[SEE?]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MELODY...
http://youtu.be/uGeHgz5Zj3A



Some a these days it feels as if I pour the soul of my soul into these lines that trickle from this gel pen.
Enough ink to fill a swimming pool... drown the unsuspecting... tatoo a whole nation.
Speaking of the crisp cold wind applauding in the trees... sunshiny days basking in the luxuriantly warming rays.
This ink is the blood of fish that seem to poise in midflight.. a dazzling flash of power.
The sparkle of dew kissed glades... rainbows swirling in the glittering drops.
Writing away the pain of project days and senseless loss of life... swirling in tones of black and blue... slivers of red.
Submissions made to Allah from the belly of the beast... where men do strange things.
Scent of the rose to the sensitive nose of a child... pollinating a developing mind in these trying times.
Joy must be truly cherished in this tragedy Babylon where we are found wanting... darkness in the light.
As this ink drips on some of these days.

hamzahfaruq 

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