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Friday, August 12, 2011

Inside The Grave

The next morning comes last
It is next
The real mourning lasts forever

I have no present in the grave
A gift resides in the heart
For it beats in time with God

Leaning to the side
I see wisdom too clearly
With death accepted and called

My regrets are small
I am dead
And there is nothing to tell
Naveed Akram
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