Dear At The End
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Mahtab Bangalee
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All have to come at end,
wrong is wrong-
to do right,
to forgive,
to realize self.
Forgiveness is soul of correction
Sleepless care
O yes it's fair,
by understanding
all are rested in lofty mind,
Lark on the sky race
waits for beautiful rain grace,
At the end all are dear.
Bu şiiri puanla
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