Poems ✍️

  05.11.2025
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Author: Sayeed Abubakar

When I Will Not Exist

When I will not exist on this beautiful earth,
My poems will exist like the sky, hills and seas;
In the green forests birds will sing their songs of mirth,
Lovers will love, cry, sigh and kiss.




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