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9-19-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · May 1, 2021 · 2 Comments

Allow me Lord to find the Night
In which my hopes and fears dissolve
Into the highest frequency
Of Nūr infused with iron resolve

Micropoetry, Poetry, Ramadan

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