Smell a peach lemon dropp of sweetness!
For pain to eventually pinch fulfilment...!
At the place of the happening of time
It was a feature of a firm trace!
Secretly on top of a class, of an emotion!
It had purified our hopes and confidence,
where it was placed!
It could have never been, without integrity!
We are here because of dawn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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