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Saturday, 1 November 2014

Poem: Sword

Don't pick up the guns
Pick up the prayers

they flower the soul
Guns are always left behind

the heaven does not want them
the heaven looks for your reflection

you know bullets and guns
bleed the body

How can a soul
 be a sword in heaven

How can a soul
be a sword on earth

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