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Every drop parts and rains Along with the broken promise of the sun. The thunder threatens the world of sleep Where children dream with their mother's fancy. The lamp's dead cotton sits lost in thoughts Only to peep again with blazing eyes. You, my love, also forgot me . Who rules the kingdom of destruction ? When the light withdrew from the lamp's lips, I sat and counted promises of the day. Who keeps his words precious for ever..? Where is the promise not brutally killed...?              MUHAMMED RAFEEK E Originally published by Better than Starbucks
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
Where is the Promise not Brutally Killed?
In my mind I try to paint a colorful picture of you But it always comes out black and white I will never forget your eyes for how they made my mind color blind
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
Color Blind