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The sun must be a beautiful person
For he makes the moon shine,
Flowers bloom,
And it's his white light that splits into seven lovely hues
Will you forgive him for the deceitful mirages
Maybe he just tries to give some hopes
Will you forgive him for the unbearable heat
Maybe it's just his warmth
The same heat that makes the rains pour
You see beauty has a different meaning to me
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Hricha
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
PoetryFor there are fragments of you obscured in my poetries Remains of you suspended in my silence Words that mean different things to different people... Just fragments of my thoughts compiled.
