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Jul 2018
It's Dusk, See The Sun Is Burning,
And The Flames Of It Burning The Sky Too.
Sun "Why" Asked I.
"That's My Part Of Job, And I Am Done For Today"
Sun Glared At Me.
It's The Moon Who Has To Come Next To HealΒ Β Burnt Sky.

Danish Zia | OldPen
Danish Zia
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Danish Zia  kashmir
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