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Climate of heart
Daily the desert storm occurs here The pain and the sand in the rain of eye Mixed through the deep sight Becomes stone, the heart. Cutting that stone Civilization is written. In the saffron color; In the dark of every dark moon here. Mechanical wheels in blind hand rotate. Mirage in the turn of fate A long time over The blue covering painted every day Becomes heartless cover. It changes the calendar written with sweat, And the history is written with an alphabet of blood. The climate of heart changes never.
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Blog entries by Noor Khokon
Climate of heart (09/11/2021)
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