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May 2016
In the state of consciousness,
Dreamt I,
of an old flower surrounded by
young and hopeful weeds

The golden light, of the sun
shined upon them, giving birth
to life and life to the dead

A fragile plant
breaks out of the ground
only to be pushed back down
by the weight of the world

- Kaya
Written by
Kaya S - Kavyaa Suryaa  U.A.E
(U.A.E)   
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