by Khadija Atta
A shining light in darkening stone
Ahead of roses, it always shone.
Seems so strong, as if nothing has born,
The green lush ivies are just to be sown.
The life of words, the dept unknown,
It usual to see the lights unborn.
Let the world wait for morn!
To see the blessings more adorn!
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Khadija Atta
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