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Friday, August 17, 2018

Conspiracy of thoughts

Praising all thorns of my life
The flower will bloom

Putting colours to my sorrows
Like a rose I will gloom.

The sky will bend into me
Moving with the southern breeze

Removing anixity from heart
My fragrance will spray

Being my friend
Someone will touch my soul

As bright as the morning star
She will rise in my horizon.

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