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Jul 2013
walking, walking
smell a flower
shower it with love

sitting, waiting
for the rain
to pull it up towards god

in its eye the
storm surrenders
rage upon her grace

but out of sight
and out of mind
her beauty is erased
Zajan Akia
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Zajan Akia  Long Island, NY
(Long Island, NY)   
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   Destiny Diadem
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