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Seed in a Plantation
One of many, yet set apart,
A seed without its tree.
Still, the roots take hold,
Still, the branches reach.
One in four, rising strong,
To lift the old tree from its sorrow.
One in four, breaking through clouds,
Carrying the light he once followed.
In hope that one becomes all,
And all become four,
So his dream, even in silence,
Will never die.
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Hameed Hameed
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