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Jun 2018
The river flows
With bodies and souls
The river is where our burdens are thrown
It frees the soul from what it holds
It reflects the truth that you might not know
The creatures that live finds paradise in its holes
And when its cold the river becomes ice cold
To protect the lives that it holds
It turns to vapor to rain on our souls
To treat the thirst that kills the living so very slow
It sacrifices all it has for the great of the whole
But what we do is darken it souls
We polute its waters with the paloutes we throw
How selfish we think and how murderus we grow
We **** the things that help us grow
We forget the things that the river has shown
Until one day the river howls
It consumes each man and drowns him cold
It creates thease waves that galops people souls
Detroys the citese that human helped grow
So think of others the way you think of your own
Mubarak Zeinalabdin Mirghani
Written by
Mubarak Zeinalabdin Mirghani  sharjah UAE
(sharjah UAE)   
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