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Jul 2015
She holds the light, tender in her hands,
In mixed colors her eyes glimmer
The fusion of water and desert sands.

Her hair a velvet made of sunshine,
Her mouth extends, forms a smile
Touching cheeks as red as wine.

Skin so soft, so warm but pale,
Distant memories sadden her face
On which fallen tears have left a trail.
Written by
rattletaptap  Where dragons roar
(Where dragons roar)   
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   Day, --- and CHANDRASHEKAR
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