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The sun was so close to the fingertips of the earth mother while the rose bloomed so bright the first morning the sun rose on the earth. The sun spaced up high up to the blue sky so the colour of the rose may not wither. The mother Fathima smiled even brighter upon the rose, the sun draws back every sunrise is ever closer till to date a colour never withers!
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
A Colour Never Withers
The sun was so close to the fingertips of the earth mother while the rose bloomed so bright the first morning the sun rose on the earth. The sun spaced up high up to the blue sky so the colour of the rose may not wither. The mother Fathima smiled even brighter upon the rose, the sun draws back every sunrise is ever closer till to date a colour never withers!
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
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