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Three truths.
My tears that drops,
Like fruits that falls,
When the wind blows.
My heart that beat hard,
Like a rock blasted,
When humans ignites a bomb on it.
My life that move,
Towards the path of love,
Like a flower that bloom,
Only to become a fruit at the end.
© Astan Israel
Like fruits that falls,
When the wind blows.
My heart that beat hard,
Like a rock blasted,
When humans ignites a bomb on it.
My life that move,
Towards the path of love,
Like a flower that bloom,
Only to become a fruit at the end.
© Astan Israel
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