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Folding the Sun
Folding the paper suppresses the job of life,
Inside the islands of our sleep awaits the return;
To this return we look and respond, forming years
And more ages and eras for the common good.
A secret has been unleashed forcing us about
With frocks of fidelity, clothes of the surface of the body.
The reality of secrecy relied on more realness
As it circled and went somewhat straight.
Let this lesson mirror certain beliefs,
Creating a piano to be played in front of dozens.
Doze and burn the skin under the stars at night
Even when the sun is present, even at night.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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