A Foretell
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Rahman Henry
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Beautifully alone pond
In a deep woods
I love to hide you in the core of my dreams
Never go amid the past
An angel would come
Soon in my life
Both of us desire you
Desire to bathe all the noon long
I want not to disclose her name
The angel hidden in my mind
Would come out, O pond, for you!
And a delta would repair herself greener
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