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Breeze Of Love-6-
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My beloved,
Say we are still students
In the school of LOVE
Say we did not yet graduate
And not sure if we ever will
Say we learned the hardest way
Say our teachers were the students
And the students were the faculty
Say we were unlearning what we learned
And learning what we should have unlearned
Say, my beloved,
We have been lost
In the meanings and its perceptions
In so many unanswered questions
Exhausted from being misunderstood
We went in all directions
To find ourselves
We have been too confused to express
When we don’t hold
What others expect
How else shall I complement your
poem but with a reply?
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Say "Yes" then pray
school never let us out
nor student of the beloved
ever assume to have truly
learn the way; nor imagine us
graduates release from class...
say, arrogance is found in this
fellowships of degrees and doctorates;
Then, I will proclaim my ingnorance
I am a clown who should be school
I am the fool who've tried
but failed to attaint the grades
The singer who would not be wise
the santuary of this place
Say that I am not a man but a boy
here still in the school of my beloved.