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When I can no more
depend on my moon
to shine heart and heaven
Pen and poetry sleeping
beside me, not even a
wee word further coming
Red roses growing grey
with days, my eyes shut
for the last time
When my heart beats
seeming slow with time,
the last leaf falling from the tree
When the final bell rings for me
can I call you?
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Love ................................