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Silhouette of the tree hill atop,
While other beneath have gathered dusk…
The sea slams the lost back to the shore….
Peeping into closed door….
Daffodil of the spring….
River flow to the ocean….
But,
Horizon is an illusion and
Sun never accompany the stars….
i will remove this poem the day...i get my love..(if i get her) till then.well thats my love story above....

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