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on February 15, 2019

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The rising and setting Sun,

Painting the Sea bright Red.

Strings of attachment,

Painting Soulmates Crimson.

Above all, is the Scarlet

Of the Martyrs' blood,

That bleeds for his Nation.

~ Suranya

Poetry by Suranya

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