23 August, 2005

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Adam Rasheed

The hills are the end of the earth
The stars are the beginning of the Heaven
The rivers are our consciousness
They nourish the land and the people who love it
Why do we need more when we are all dying?
Do you take anything with you except light
happiness, colour, and the truth that the earth was yours?
And so it will be in heaven.

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