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Jun 2020
God, thy creations are great,
When the whole world will leave,
Thou shall be my only mate.

Flying of a butterfly or blooming of a flower,
Gives this world a fragrance and a beauty,
By thine inner nature and power.

That First Fall After Summer,
Gives me fragrance of thine, and reminds me,
I am thy creation and thy lover.
Written by
Aryaman  16/M/India
(16/M/India)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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