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Moustafa Aug 2020
I appear before my Friend-
He got no eyes to see-
I utter no word-
But I manage to flee.

Befriended we are-
Yet we never met.
In a row I await-
my time passes,
and definitely one day
He will be awakened.

Life lures me and I got caught-
his sickle is shiny,
so one day to my friend
I will be brought.

— The End —