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Sadek Ahmed
Cuckoo’s kuhutan-
in the spring
Kishalaya are blooming
In my heart garden
You are forever spring
in the Winter morning-
The newly leakage is wet in dew
Pink petal like Your lips
I screamed in my eyes
I lost myself
in search of you
I will feel you
It touch myself in my heart
In the gentle wind of autumn
The way white kasabana in the bowl.
In the gentle morning
of the morning of autumn
The scent of rice scales
I get smell of your body
Feeling dropping off
What a sweet madness.
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