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May 2020
Worlds cut with swords
But intact i roll like dice
Arrows with wicked words
But as every dusk i rise
Pull me from my roots
But i'm a very wild soul
Like seeds i grow like fruits
I stregthen with every fall
My home is infinite wind
For universal love i aspire
With everything I'm twinned
Oneness is my pure desire

∴ Lyna Salman
Lyna Salman
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