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The river flew, Breaking the dam of human convenience; Tell me where to meet you, In ether. The river is flowing But this wind, its a shrew.
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
My Sabr
The river flew, Breaking the dam of human convenience; Tell me where to meet you, In ether. The river is flowing But this wind, its a shrew.
'Sabr' means patience, inspite of apparent lack of manifestation, keeping faith.
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
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