Poems

Besotted

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O love…
the dark and deep
core to perpend.

Feelings thicken, and sleep,
flies as though it were a hummingbird.

Trials and feats scuffle in
the dark and deep.
You… besotted me,
I think it will end,
but end is the new beginning
of the dark and deep.
  
                   ____Muhammad Shahab.

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