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It is the edited form of my poem.
In the darkest hour
It provides me light
In the brightest hour
It reminds me night
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Life is beautiful
Because you meet friends who are dutiful
They are the painkillers to your agonies
They are the pillars to your victories
Life ..
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He translates
What he observes
What he experiences
What he thinks
What he imagines
What he feels
Into poems.
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