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May 2015
Watching the darkness of night,
The gentle air is waving outside,
Can you feel the lonesome conversation in your mind ?
While the thunderbolt is going to scare your sight.
Then the raindrops soak into soil;
After mixing the tears behind your smile.

Who knows-those tears would mix, your thoughts of mine.

Shams Tamim
Written by
Shams Tamim  Dhaka, Bangladesh
(Dhaka, Bangladesh)   
   Nicole Dawn
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