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Zarah

Similitude of two towers..
A twin from another mother..
You came out of the ashes of her consummation..
Into the womb of procreation...


You, defined with the aura of weird grace and poise.
A maiden whose charm emanates from her tender loving voice..
Fluid from far-fetched faith fissures flowing freely for faithless friends..
A friend, hard to offend, and never pretends..


Spawned into time, from the calendar of timeless eternity..
Vegetables of her birth were nurtured in the fields of morality..
A portrait crafted in the cathedral of divine thought..
Growing in strength for her, is a necessity, a must..


Wishes are like air, that can't be held..
So i would wish you not, a thing..
But pray that you be in good health..
Prosper and conquer, the stronghold of sin..


I pray not that you be successful..
But with purpose burning within,
that you get the feeling of consummate fulfillment..
When the sunset of life sets in....


Flourish within the sphere of reality..
Heed not to the wiles of profanity..
Let the speakers of fame hoarded in the throne of solitude..
Shout your name to countless multitudes..


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