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Monday, September 15, 2008

ACCOST

Once upon a time in this trip, stepping the tracks of the longing.
I was trapped in the forest of praise, the forest of words.
Take me on asleep without the meaning, lost the tracks that were I run after.
An accosted shocked me, despite only glances in my heart.
I really know accosted like that.
Only you the owner that could comes through deep in my heart.
You are the owner of the great and the everlasting love.
My Lord, Allah Rabbul Alamin.

September 2008
JH Alifulhaq

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