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Pictures of the past
Everyone's looking for
himself in
Folds of forehead,
Indeed, the ideas of having
lots of line

Beauty of Creation,
dreams funded
Impeccable sweetness,
Call you
Remaining accrued charcoal
Weight beneath,
Awakening of the Himalayas

It is a rule
Winter, Spring return,
Train routine
The artist has gone to draw
Springtime

Persons who see the future
After math,
Make the nuclear bomb,
O' They **** the child,
peace poem burns

In the destruction
of the desert
All are filled with trash
Hunger,
Cluster bombs
Allocation for children

Mother's womb,
Earth within the Earth,
even not a secure socket
Thoughtless however,
At all a game,
You can not say!
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@Musfiq us shaleheen