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Mar 2012
Love flies,
the words die.
Emotions flow,
as the autumn sets,
and the winds blow.
The red leaves cling,
seagulls sing,
yet a melancholic string...
thoughts cease,
emotions freeze,
then the cold breeze,
take me to the edge of utopia,
where loyalty exists,
with no worldly grease.
Written by
Ummarah Khan
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