Web To Live
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Mahtab Bangalee
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The skylark calls to be appeased
in the part of life,
The breeze through the drizzling
makes a feelings of lonely romance,
Your pulpit eyesight raises
a voice of thunder in my heart,
still I am to nothing
But a primitive spider web
to live with way of your love
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