Coptic SufiA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey a word painting Poetic mind snaps Tongue slipping down the curl Radiant vibrations turn mute Echoing laughter grows soft In the chamber of pyramids we’ll discover who we are By facing what we fear the Most The ten of Self © 2012 Abdul Batin Osman BeyAuthor's Note
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Abdul Batin Osman BeyCambridge, MAAboutIt is said that if Johnny Thunders and Janis Joplin were to have a child then have him to be raised by the unwanted aspects of Society while having him schooled in Timbuktu that person would be me. I.. more..Writing
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