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Jul 2014
The wind blows whisps of hair into my eyes.

The clouds will cry and i dance.

Under his scorching rays i'll lay.

And she is the reason why my greatest dream is to sprout wings and fly.

The stars tie stories.

Bless the mother sky.
**He is the Sun
**And She is the Moon
Yara
Written by
Yara  Kuwait
(Kuwait)   
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