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Feb 11, 2021 02:53 PM Feb 11, 2021 02:53 PM
They were a bouquet of magic fish Blossoming in the lap of flowers Though the fire sends navy butterflies, at dawn. There were two children, a dream and a cloud where poetry is a dream and they were the treasure where poetry never decays and lovers never fade away. Their breath ignited questions, raised from the heart of freedom. _________________ translated by the poet
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