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The rising

A tale of 
inspiration,
building upright,
from the gallows of
darkness and
kingdom of fight,

A burning desire
to give proof,
of abiding strength
and courage
and coup,

An inner whirlwind,
rising and falling,
like a sand dune
with its crests and troughs,
magically building
the foundation of
faith and truth,

Its outcome
will be a proof in time
of all things worthy
and filled with chime.


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  1. Beautifully written

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  2. Very well written

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  3. Loved the poem and the picture as well ❤️❤️

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  4. This can all really work with a good hip hop beat. Try montising these things to some music artist.

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    1. Hey, thanks for the suggestion 😊✨ Will look into those possibilities!

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  5. Happy birthday Fatema and new year. Wishes for your good future and prosperity 🫢

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    1. Thanks a lotπŸ˜‡✨ Happy New YearπŸŽ‰

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