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Apr 2017
Moment of happiness
Rides us into the marshy runways
In joy we swim in freedom like fish
Shoulder high the water tap our body
Bringing unending joy in earnest
Like lovers that newly fall in love
So the joy of childhood glows
And hope this moment never cease to blow
Without hatred we dive in the row
Climbing ourselves as a flat car that needs a tow
That's how the joy of first rain in our hearts

Martin Ijir
The Sick Red Carnation
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The Sick Red Carnation  27/F/Iran
(27/F/Iran)   
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