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Feb 2015
That*  angel  with  a  broken  wing
Sitting  on    broken  swing
Trying  to  hide  her  pain
So  ­that  she  may  gain
The  power  to  fly  again­
But  suddenly  it  rains
And  her  wing  grows  ­again
So  shiny  and  bright
Like  a  very  stro­ng  light
Now  I  see  her  flying  in  the  sk­ies
Higher  than  ever  she  *glides
People come and go.
Some break your heart and some heal it.
But in the end it's just you!
Never let yourself be their toy.
Be strong because you are precious.
Gul e Dawoodi
Written by
Gul e Dawoodi  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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