poetry
To you the most beautiful.
The brightest night star.
You guides my lost soul.
You refresh all that withers my soul.
Like a cloud of air
The release of thirst for musyafir.
No poems.
No poetry
No one can express your beauty.
I can not afford to say anymore.
My lips have clogged me in awe.
To you a flower of heaven spawns beautifully.
Go on ... lead it
Refresh my soul.
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