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Chapter 48 - Search

Pick up the dearest then face

Whenever it reaches your hands

Read this book of mine.

With real flowers

Take me.

When life plays in the morning,

Neglected like a wounded bird,

When the raft of separation in the crowd.

When all is lost,

O Birhi, come and get it.

You are lonely

Neither rain nor tears,

Do not understand who is real, who is fake.

Of the ocean of pain

Search near,

How much is left to give light

The life of the lamp.

You look at his face in despair,

I think this is a gift from him.