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Dreams: Shadows Of Reality
The cold winds,
Swishingly blowing,
Sing the songs of fearlessness,
Setting the heart on cold fire,
Deepen the sense of loneliness.
I had been death- afraid,
But now wish to die willingly,
Oh! World I, to reside
In the village of yours,
Will never come back again.
poem
by
Muhammad Shanazar
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