Every time, I saw her alike,
that face, that innocent smile
In those eyes, there is a sky
some birds there fly, at high
her voice is soft and slow
a dimple and what a skin glow
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Author:
Toyesh Prakash Sharma (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2022 15:42
- Category: Love
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