Passages recall unobserved,
Pages shuffle,
Mind deviates,
History is forgotten.
Cactuses like in deserts grow
Upon the barren mind,
Fancies enveloping the veins
Like the Staff of Hermes.
Thoughts like a peripatetic fatigued.
Love begets hate to see the face
Once loved,
Now hated.
Hate grows and outweighs the weight
Of galaxies upon galaxies.
Now I’m wearied, exhausted and oblivious.
When you come!
When you come!
Know that I don’t know you!
_____Muhammad Shahab.
Shahabistan 
your pen, like a mythological baguette,
smooth and gently provokes the alphabet
for invoking any thought of the reader
to create and to find the aim of their wander
through galaxies, — the galaxies of fantasy
enlighten by the memories from the future
thank you_______
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So kind of you to say so. Thank you so very much.
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“Hate grows and outweighs the weight
Of galaxies upon galaxies.
Now I’m wearied, exhausted and oblivious.”
I’m ashamed to confess I feel these words too deeply…you write with a genuine, authentic heart, which I appreciate much.
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Just give vent to your thoughts on paper. One becomes less wearied by doing so I presume.
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Thank you.
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