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Apr 2021
I died
Few days after my birth.
Breath is not life.
A woman is not always a wife.
I died
When I lost hope
Drink nothing but water and soup.
Time is my arch enemy.
It was one day
When time buried my laughter.
It was one day
When time misused my kindness.
It was one day
When I lost my consciousness.
Life indeed is nothing but
It was one day.
Written by
Naceur Ben Mesbah  M/Tunisia
(M/Tunisia)   
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