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Drop

I was walking to the shore,
where I found how much I was alone.

One step towards finding the core,
Two steps back, now falling. Everything's gone.

Looking at the drop fall,
there it met its known.

And that was the farewell to its previous self.
Now it's to live with a handful of stones.

An array of light it was hit with,
The dim-witted now had glown.

But it'd lost a lot of itself in the mid-way,
While it was wind, which had it blown...!

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On 9/12/2017 at 2:42 PM, Sindbad05 said:

Nice, is it mentioning our situation in this world ? We waste time in this world and then drop in graves without good virtues ? 

I do not know whether I understood it right or not ? 

Sometimes while pursuing something you have to give up on a lot of things, even become a different person all together (for example to please God).

At times you have to take VERY daring steps, that, you must, to move forward in life, but they could be the reason of your demise and fall.

And sometimes with time our goals change, our priorities change, our surroundings change, and now we're leaving our past as if a drop is falling from the corner of a leaf......

This is just a part of what it could mean. :)

And yes, one can perceive it any way they want. That's what poetry is!

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On 9/12/2017 at 2:48 PM, Zavon said:

Sometimes while pursuing something you have to give up on a lot of things, even become a different person all together (for example to please God).

At times you have to take VERY daring steps, that, you must, to move forward in life, but they could be the reason of your demise and fall.

And sometimes with time our goals change, our priorities change, our surroundings change, and now we're leaving our past as if a drop is falling from the corner of a leaf......

This is just a part of what it could mean. :)

And yes, one can perceive it any way they want. That's what poetry is!

Yes, the real meaning of poetry is known only to the poet who wrote it. But it has good subject, Masha-Allah, great work brother Zavon.

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1 minute ago, Sindbad05 said:

Yes, the real meaning of poetry is known only to the poet who wrote it. But it has good subject, Masha-Allah, great work brother Zavon.

Jazak Allah Khayr brother. :) 

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On 9/12/2017 at 2:03 PM, Zavon said:

Drop

I was walking to the shore,
where I found how much I was alone.

One step towards finding the core,
Two steps back, now falling. Everything's gone.

Looking at the drop fall,
there it met its known.

And that was the farewell to its previous self.
Now it's to live with a handful of stones.

An array of light it was hit with,
The dim-witted now had glown.

But it'd lost a lot of itself in the mid-way,
While it was wind, which had it blown...!

Wonderful poetic images. Thank you for sharing. 

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6 hours ago, Hameedeh said:

Wonderful poetic images. Thank you for sharing. 

Jazak Allahu Khayr Sister. :)

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