Aminath Neena Biography

The wicked witch of the east
Belched after devouring the feast
Her face painted in white rouge
She searched for some crimson blood
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Where there is no respect
for the might
of the pen,
there is no life
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You, light a candle in your heart

Fill your soul with the brightness of its entourage
Let not this world be a selfish mirage
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You and I
We are fragments
Of a masterpiece
This you cannot deny
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You, my little fairy

Are a precious little bird,
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