Travel Tips
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As I was in a world
Where was I, myself the lord
Standing on a rooftop
I was from behind called
It was the wind
She came and kissed my face
By which relived I was
But longer did it stay?
Never!
For then she murmured
The voice of martyrs am I.
Soon, she became gentle
As I felt her leaving
My heart spoke, 'Tell them.
Support from here, they have
She returned to me
And felt I her gentle touch
As martyrs' blessings upon.
I felt the world idle.
As she left, drops soon fell on my cheeks….
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