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May 2016
13
She was the sun that graced a dawn
a dawn, the dawn, it caged my heart
and so the heart forgot the eve
and foolishly forgot the dark

every high, but, has a low
and fall follows every rise
and so when the dark returned
what, O heart, was the surprise?
Written by
eilaf  22/M/Pakistan
(22/M/Pakistan)   
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