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9-11-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 23, 2021 · 2 Comments

My sins like a dusty leaf
Your forgiveness like dew at dawn
My sins, the dark of night
Your forgiveness, morning song

Micropoetry, Poetry, Ramadan

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    September 11, 2025 at 4:45 am

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    April 15, 2026 at 5:04 am

    Your point of view caught my eye and was very interesting. Thanks. I have a question for you.

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