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Sep 2019
when caught in storms,uproar and rise.
let your legs wooble , loose balance ,fall and then finally fly .
let the sand take you away ,let it decide.
the world will say "hold on", to them decline.

the comforting hands will lure your eyes.
promises of love and balance will cling mountain high.
everything they say would seem inevitably right.
the relief you see is the misery disguised.

distasteful will be comfort without your sweat.
the love too won't suffice.
the dreams of good days, the luxury you stayed for,
shall dovour your essence away.

cause you smell of wild flowers, oh sweet torment,
no care you ever need.
the wilderness is your home, you bloom through all pathways.
the sun opens his arms for you,
with the light is where you stay.

so free your hand, walk into the storm ,..
don't fear the little trips.
be lost and travel to distant lands ,no one has ever reached.
roam the mountains and dive to ocean deeps.
let your aroma mix with the earth ,every bit.

and when your gone and long forgotten,
the sands of time will still carry thee.
ur tale will reach every hearts bottom,
ur valour will give many courage to break free.
never loose hope for the best to happen
Aayasha khan
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Aayasha khan  F/Paper town
(F/Paper town)   
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     DrAbhijit G and Fawn
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