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All these snowflakes melting before their heated glares;
And all these roses wilting beneath my dried off tears;
The dreams long forgotten that don't even mark my grave;
Are but time's illusions
Until the real end.
— your undeceived soul
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Wonders My Soul
Spiritual❝ in a world that screams a whisper goes unheard ❞ © Manahil 2017 All Rights Reserved
