the answer

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though silence like the night
does not mean I can not talk
I am just trying to understand
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though restless as the clouds
does not mean I can not be still
I am just waiting for an answer
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when I look into the mirror
I can not see my face
but only a grain of sand
that slam by waves to the beach
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when I opened the window
I flown by the winds like a piece of dried leaves
soar and stranded at a pair of legs
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and when I turned up
there are Thy hand
reaching out to me to stand

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– mei –

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chasing the shadow

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I can see the sun
but
why can’t I see my shadow
pouring prayer and praises into the cup of faith 

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I can see the dark
and
I can see my shadow
sipping the wine of pleasure from the cup of sin 

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Oh Allah …..,
I am just a grain of substances
which was allowed to stop by and enjoy life
but tend to choose pleasure than piety
I’ve crossed the ocean to the edge of universe
to correct  the mistake of my shadow
turns
it has to come from the fibers of this self
to kneel below Thy splendor

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– mei –

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