Moz Rauf Poems

When the moon shines over the park trees,
Travelling majesty in shadowy nights,
carressing the mid-summer's breeze delight,
Flirting fondly with a lonesome soul's flight
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I dance in my lover’s sweet presence,
In whirls
And sometimes in circles.
There is an end, I always forget;
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I said: “you are an imitation of love
Your beauty and grace is all that a poet seeks;
But there lies no love but only dust and stones
In the fever of days.”
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Whirl, whirl, whirl;
Spread those invisible wings.
Unfold, the treasures of deep within.
Migrate towards the eternal spring.
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Against the musk of inevitable gloom,

We lit the torch of our burning faith;
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Close so close,
Your tender lips.
Closing in even more;
Scarlet rose- your lips.
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I look at you.
You look at me.

Between the two of us
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She longed to travel
The silent course
Of the half-moons
That set around her emerald eyes.
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Infuse my heart with the joy,

That brightens up the day with a lark’s song,
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