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Mar 2019
sad
Sad
They made sad
To everyone who may stand
With amazement

The words were evaporated
Their clouds covered the land
By their rains which were downed

To destroy every stand
What problem not to be sad
Or not to distribute it over any sand

God creates angels
Devils choose their followers
Who loves ruins gaining at all creatures
the sad is bad ,but it gains by hands of others gets more pain and suffer
Written by
mohamad taha safan  M/Egypt
(M/Egypt)   
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   Geanna
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