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Left behind, deep down in the street of the soul

Left behind, deep down in the street of the soul
wet in rain, rain all around her, pouring through her soul
shutting her eye, noise stopping her to hear
the voice louder than the rain and storm
stretching her hand, Calling for the sea inside
rain drops falling down from her lacrimal punctum, enabling her to see
lowering her eyelid, washing the rain out, crawling on the street of the soul
towards the root, for the love of the soul, for the scatter dreams

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Nargis A.hakim

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