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~~ All had been removed one by one Take all! But do not take away this little light Open the window Let the wind come I will not protest any day will not say against you Even when I got empty I do not want to Those yellow crops, Fertile barren fields all yours Do not want to Never ask you for anything expensive But in return I want to see those yellow marigolds, The silver moonlit of the lonely moon And a newly bloomed red rose, The aroma of gardenia in the air For my awaiting beloved, So Let the wind come I'll give you more! The Hidden gold pitcher of my grandma, The Saved Silver coin of my ancestor, Gold, precious locket, Antics- The Diamond Crown – All - But want to return My beloved's smile which has taken from The golden shining day where I had left her The very Sweet Southern wind where my Spring plays My lost grasshopper Lost love Song My mother's simple smile, The paper boats of my springtime, My grandma's fairytale And a piece of open sky where I take a little breath Where my kites of dreams fly Dances with Seven colors of love ~~ @Musfiq us shaleheen
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Never ask you for anything expensive
~~ All had been removed one by one Take all! But do not take away this little light Open the window Let the wind come I will not protest any day will not say against you Even when I got empty I do not want to Those yellow crops, Fertile barren fields all yours Do not want to Never ask you for anything expensive But in return I want to see those yellow marigolds, The silver moonlit of the lonely moon And a newly bloomed red rose, The aroma of gardenia in the air For my awaiting beloved, So Let the wind come I'll give you more! The Hidden gold pitcher of my grandma, The Saved Silver coin of my ancestor, Gold, precious locket, Antics- The Diamond Crown – All - But want to return My beloved's smile which has taken from The golden shining day where I had left her The very Sweet Southern wind where my Spring plays My lost grasshopper Lost love Song My mother's simple smile, The paper boats of my springtime, My grandma's fairytale And a piece of open sky where I take a little breath Where my kites of dreams fly Dances with Seven colors of love ~~ @Musfiq us shaleheen
#love#peace#nature#fairytale#light
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
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