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INNER SOUL

Morning light fresh off bright.

Songs of love sung by warblers;

embedding day filled with shine.

Glorious fern enrich in luxuriance of redolence;

there,comes the noise of stir;

through the joy of harm cramp.

The prospects began to tone deep inside the contentment of glee;

consciousness enclosed to budge down;

where a shout of crack commence to weep.

Forlorn begins to put an end on a texture of peace;

blinking thought compose to rise,

Thundering of crowd leads to choice;

all in all essence scratches the subtitles of interior peace.

But the individuality always leap to make a brawny presence of life.

-Mubeena