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Oct 2021
My face
Curved in such a way only the wealthy can see its value

My heart
To its beating only the blind are deaf to hear

My soul
Like one droplet of a cloud
If one droplet falls, all will fall
We break at the right time
Until we learn to grow
Until we're green, worthy of silk
Until roots find their tree
Until rivers find their sea

Until we rise

Until there is no difference between you and me
Until we're merged, like a cloud, once again
Until we learn to hold onto each other
Until we learn that sweet and salty water don't merge

Until we learn that you and I
Were born to reunite
Written by
Yousra Amatullah  26/F
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