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After widespreading, constantly the lines become blue in color
Their asending order run towards that Far away
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The Lines [a Poem By Ahmed Swapan Mahmud]
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After widespreading, constantly the lines become blue in color
Their asending order run towards that Far away
Where you are.
A horse ran over the black thread
Its mane were trembling- - painted in blue
I love horses.
And alone with that mentioned color, successively, I set forth the lineways.
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[Translated into English: by #RahmanHenry]