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Hamed
@hamedns
Was it not true that wherever I turned, Before all else, your love stood before me? Was it not that after every wish for patience, You came to me? In every silence, every inspiration, every midday dream... Who are you? That turned my solitude into your plaything, And with you, I cast all my routines beneath my feet Poet: Maison_Al-Suwaidan [Kuwait]
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Ayesha Waqas
@ayeshawaqas
Wow love it
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