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Aug 2020
For a while now
I have been visiting the land of newborn grass.
They wouldn't lend me what I came for,
Told me it's yours.

But I met you, my friend.
So beautiful, so strong
So clueless yet so sure.

If you are the believer kind,
Pray to your God that
May I fear less and live more.
Written by
FairlyCultured  India
(India)   
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     Salmabanu Hatim, Ayesha and Ellie Sutton
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