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The evening star at the sunset of Ramadan. Mistake it not for a stellar maybe an embroidery fell down from the broidery in paradise! What crosses in your mind, dear fondly you look back at this nick of time? The twilight ambles down with moonflowers on the hands is about to wrap up one more blessed day of Ramadan. What have you come up with then for the fasting person on your hand? What a broad array you stole the last show of the day! Singing nightingales keeps musing deeps down the rose in low light. The first light shines out amidst the dawn chorus. What does it miss out the nightingales disappears in broad daylight. Have you too leave the scene with the rose dews only to pour it off the honeyed petals into the fasting person's glass?     So cool it tastes a sip of water at the Iftar!
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Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
A Cool Sip of Water At The Iftar
The evening star at the sunset of Ramadan. Mistake it not for a stellar maybe an embroidery fell down from the broidery in paradise! What crosses in your mind, dear fondly you look back at this nick of time? The twilight ambles down with moonflowers on the hands is about to wrap up one more blessed day of Ramadan. What have you come up with then for the fasting person on your hand? What a broad array you stole the last show of the day! Singing nightingales keeps musing deeps down the rose in low light. The first light shines out amidst the dawn chorus. What does it miss out the nightingales disappears in broad daylight. Have you too leave the scene with the rose dews only to pour it off the honeyed petals into the fasting person's glass?     So cool it tastes a sip of water at the Iftar!
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Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
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