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Aug 2021
He flows like a river
and as his waters fall down,
a heart of stone hath melted.

She nurtures like earth
on ground she keeps her feet,
she made home for his lost soul.

Oh what a mess had been created
the moment these two
hath met!

But even in muds,
a lotus sprouts.

and no matter how chaotic
it might appear...

some things bloom within.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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     Imran Islam, Healer and ---
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