A burial ground that wakes up with time by the hand
Lost Voice
Ask beyond
Lost Voice
found again
From long hair
Will wait again
longevity
secretly
Hiding in himself
suffered
The sorrow of the land
I know you dug it
In the pit of the excavation
Day by day
The newborn sun
He stops and falls.
of the thoughtful sun
Fire silk
Burial
For years
Thriving dark forest
to burn about
Reached
longevity
Blinking awake.
ever since,
Formerly Tandarionin
For revival
Or for himself anymore
To bring freshness
Like waiting
Inside the skull of a skeleton
Its record is indelible
It is embedded
appears.
In a new light
Panicking
Moments lived that day.
Just the moment before rooting
And the moment after it takes root in itself
Self-awareness
Currently theirs
It seems to be continuous.
Standing on the edge of the moment
to bait
A milestone
Like being caught
Becomes a feeling.
My presence in the moment
How true
That's true
His presence in history
In organic age
It indicates.
In the shadow of the moment
I feel the moment
I am my shadow in my shade
As felt.
About the Creator
Ahamed Thousif
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