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Before the moon ascends
The wind whispered in my ears,
the secret that you told.
Before the moon ascends,
I shall come to your side.
Let us sit by the seashore,
beneath a canopy of stars,
bathed in moonlight’s glow,
speaking endlessly,
as countless as the grains of sand,
dancing with the waves,
until the sun rises in the east,
painting the sky
in hues of reddish orange.
ka~rum
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KARAM ABDULKAREEM
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