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Nov 2020
The way your words caress my heart,
Moon is envious,
Trees so rythmic,
Flowers being the epitome vibrance,
Flowed like the world would never end.
The haven realm
Had a crumble
With resonance to my subtle soul
In euphoria.
Mariyam Ridha
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Mariyam Ridha  17/F/India,Kerala
(17/F/India,Kerala)   
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   Imran Islam
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