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The Dilemma of Hafiz

By: EarlB, 1:41 AM GMT on January 26, 2014

The falling snowflakes came like messages from the Beloved.
They fell to us, these mysterious messengers on a Moonless night.

With the morning came the Breeze, lifting the snow, like Moths, Skyward,
Sunward toward the creator in a dance swirling without end.

Music played, the dancer spun, heart's pounded, all watched
As the Sun inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, breathing her children home.

Come dance with me, we can be Moths together,
On the Path to a forever flame.

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Times of the Year

By: EarlB, 1:17 AM GMT on January 12, 2014

These are pivotal
Times of the year for

This is the time
When mine aches to

When I think
Of those near but so far

And those,
Never to be near again,

And those now,
Sadly, drifting away:
Hearts breaking away, lost.

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