ghazal
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I remain a silhouette A shadow behind an unrequited love The dweller of the mysterious apartment,Several floors above the cheaters and false loversThis is how they treat the poet
They’ll try to hold you down, you know,
That’s just how these things go.
The failures will only help you grow,
That’s just how these things go.
Open your eyes to the world around you,
See what others refused to view.
Don't worry about picking up the pieces,
They will all fall back together at the creases.
A great god is angry for he has brought a plague;
Blood: blood stains our waters- blood bought this plague.
Horrors erupt, frogs spew from the river,
then stench in green masses- Ra hot in this plague.
