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urdu poetry

eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
diga-me não
o que nós fará agora
são você vivo?
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
o sol está acima
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
eu estou morrendo
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada

 



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