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As some fresh roses robed in an intangible beauty and boon,

As shimmering sunshine of a bright sunny afternoon,

As sparkling dew drops of a cold misty crack of dawn,

As a flock of birds croon their last piece of song.

As my everlasting and divine love for you, unfolds;

A few verses and prose are uncovering and need to be told.

 

—-The end—-

 

 

 

© [Shilpi Mayank Awasthi] [2013] [All Rights Reserved]

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