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Oct 2018
Etched on the canvas of the dark night sky,
I saw the crescent moon cradle my newly born lovely dreams.
I smiled and whispered thanks to to the passinh wind which conveyed it.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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     Ben Noah Suri, --- and Vanessa Gatley
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