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Sep 2015
Let me rest in the arms of slumber,
For my palanquin has arrived.

Decorated with white lilies,
Let it be carried by its bearers.

Today I'm the bride and my groom is Patiently waiting,
I can see him smile.

In his mysterious smile, I know
I've lived a beautiful life.
This is how I see death..  The most beautiful truth
Written by
Saphire  Chandigarh
(Chandigarh)   
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