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Touching her is even more pleasant than touching
fresh petals of rose.
I want to know about
Me what she knows.
When she holds my hand
My feet are above the land.
Hers eyes, her eyes, HER EYES!
The place where my happiness lies.
Soaring high in the sky on sunlight wing
To the land of humanity where love is king
A place that only kindness roll
The music plays for Calmness of your soul
No need for shelter, hiding from fate
No country, no boundary, no need to hate
The bombers only throw beauty, kiss and flower
Sound of thousand miles laughter pours like shower
You
are
the outline of the poetry book
which is mine
and that's so fine
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