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ORNAMENTS OF GOLD
Alone,
Drawing the universe precincts,
Weaving verses into an attire,
I dress it to the naked sky
To warm up the cold rain seeds …
Alone,
Drawing the universe precincts
Weaving verses into stars
Wreathes,
I adorn heaven with ornaments of gold
To guide those who are astray..
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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