Poetry is not for the paper.
Poetry is for the mind and the heart
From the mind and the heart.
Poetry is from the heart to the mind
To the other mind and down
To that heart.
_Mustafa Khan Abdurahman.
From lonely lovely places
Hardly can a blind man distinguish
Lovely faces from fraudulent places,
But love is blind for a reason;
A likely sort of silence
So the heart can digest true emotions
From lovely places.
To love is effortless
That the hearts are meant to love
Not hate;
To love is effort nevertheless,
That hearts break down emotions
Making sense from solitude places
Out of the midst of many faces._Mustafa Khan Abdurahman.
For that beneath
For that beneath.
For each tik that flies,
Fattens its means.
At that time,
This overly rotting heart
Could profoundly go mushroom.____ Mustafa Khan Abdurahman.
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