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A Open Room With A Open Window

 

                                     A Open Room With A Open Window

                                                   NurunnaharShireen

 

                                     When my dazling days are passing

                                     Faster then wind.... faster then mind....

                                     With every sunrise and every sunset

                                     I had no pain for a hiding moment.

                                     I had no gain for a loosing share

                                     With expecting morning and future paper

                                     A significant plot with authentic tecniques

                                     Was sleeping in past.... was moving in dust....

                                    When my futurelights are wating.

                                     I had no room

                                     I had no book

                                     Yet, blank change is coming

                                     Yes, window's are coming.

 

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