Here now i pick up my pen
At four in the morning to write ten
Fleeting verses of poetry before the call is sounded
Salah, prayer, is better than sleep
Salah, prayer, is better than sleep
Rush to fill in the gaps in your hearts
Perfect the prayer’s arts
For once you get up to stand before
the dawn melts away forever
Time wasted you won't get back ever.
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Some say time is money. It can also be losing down time that is needed for refreshment. It is the loss of family through working too hard. The list is endless. It might be the opportunity to ask her, but you don't. Life itself is precious.
Great write
Wisdom in poetic form nicely said
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