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Manna




Drops of sunshine pour
Through a web of dewy leaves.
Sweet Manna for me.


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  1. Umar ShaikhSeptember 7, 2016 at 8:51 PM

    So we doing haiku type poems these days?

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    1. Maryam ShaikhSeptember 7, 2016 at 10:47 PM

      Just thought of this one while walking down the street. Forgive me. :P

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