Race by Dr. Amanullah Ashru
I start my race in the old field, in the old world. I see the same old sign: “go ahead”.
Science, labour, materials, we raise our head up. Day by day, year by year. There is no end of it. The final never comes. I see the same old sign: “go ahead”.
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With Tears by Dr. Amanullah Ashru
When I cry, my eyes become precious with tears. You speak in my eyes when I cry with tears.
The rythm of my heart, the time I perceive you, only time I feel I am alive, my heart beat is my time.
Tear is time, when roll on from my eyes the time I love most.
It is time to cry. When you are not here, I only remember with tears.
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