Promising Nativity - T ABRAHAM
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A soul intermingled with soil,
The land from where it started,
Where the norms rule all over,
Little by little becoming intact,
Promise and vow already made,
The pride is parading joyously,
Confusion caused in its absence,
Silver used to circle and clasp it,
Purest of elements found on earth,
Passing of years with a premise,
Watering the seeds to sprout out,
An everlasting happiness to live,
No more waiting for the clock,
The right time eventually arrives,
Silver turned to a boldened gold,
Bell ringing and ringing around,
Religions fail to greet each other,
The rigid norm ties up together,
The feet fails to feel the ground,
When everything is bound forever.
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