The Sound of Forests

In the Name of Allah

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The Sound of Forests

Poetry jungles—
rarely trodden.
Lulled rhymes—
never awakened.

Irrelevant, irreparable
poems of passion; lost
in lands of crooked truth,
forests of exuberant lies
and fortresses of yanked melodies.

Quilted waves of passion
on human faces
first hunch within
human skin

and forests only speak
of the true situation
after it’s blown from under
the ground of crime
or the land of passion.

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