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Maria Jul 4
I blend with the crowd of those resembling,
Torn, abandoned, empty and waste,
Meek and faded, walking with bows,
Forgotten the hand warmth, the others, unfaced.

The others, who’ve lost both faith and nerves,
The others, who’ve learnt a cruel lesson,
The others, walled up to the full limit,
The others, whose souls are wholly lessened.
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Bijan Nowain Feb 2015
Birds of a feather, together they flock
Whether they skip, run, jump or walk
Laughter, fun, smiles ear to ear
Experiences shared without any fear.
Frolicking through the meadow
Peaceful day, happy and mellow
Hands holding as they stroll
Attraction inevitable, resembling soul

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