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The Gate Of Eternal Light
The aeon of mists enveloped me, Breathing the spirit of radiant morn, Nature fed me pomegranates and green figs, Soft hooved souls,graze in meadow at dawn’s first kiss, Here there’s no treason,no swords,no guns,no misdeeds- A land of fresh springs and wild berries, Here my eyes dazzled,my heart fluttered like a butterfly! Safe from war…
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True Love
A withered rose instead of a heart, Pulsates anxiously in agony and distress, None can hear its cries and silences, Knows the pain of being treated with contempt! From cradle till death life’s a test, Verily wisdom of man is put to check, The heart clings to its mouldering wall, With every hurt it is…