SAMIAT LUKMAN
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Someone gave me a billion dollars All written in codes They were not number codes So a mathematician was no help The words were ordinary yet controlled the universe They were words of love Yet it held my money The key was my passion Yet I was not ready to be passionate Money was time And that time was when I became passionate # nircle poetry
Mothers my mothers I came and left because the mighty one called Four callings made four life times My coming was short so was my leaving So I made four mothers A mother in the East A mother in the south A mothers in the west And a mother in the north To the north mother I was joy and then I left leaving hope To the East mother I was grace and then I left leaving desire To the west mother I was pride and then I left leaving honour To the south mother I was servitude and then I left ...
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