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Aug 2013
Drops of divine
falling from the skies
so pure, so calm, angelic attire
drizzles upon the careless
don't bother, senseless desire
amidst the fall they pray
don't let the fate embed
in this world so grey
While the rising mourns
this catastrophe of the living
the mortals sway
this delusion, still believing...
Maaruf B
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