Petra Soliman Biography

I stood admist the spring breeze,
Only scrutinising the moments
Of which I tasted milk and honey,
Though the love is present,
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Every New day,
As life comes tough
As wind blows through the sea
When matter settles on road
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As i sit up my bed,
Just woke up from another nightmare,
Living a misery,
And i'm all alone,
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As I hold this pen,

My mind shouts for suicide..
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A month passed me by
since we last said our cruel bye's
The threat within the farewell
I couldn't wait for you to be gone
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