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Mar 2016
The fresh puff of fragrance
of my flowers,
as carried away
by the eastern winds,
unnoticed,
silently, in an instance.
Impulsively, I tried a chance,
with my sublime mind,
to scatter heavenly essence.
Narinder Bhangu
Written by
Narinder Bhangu  Canada
(Canada)   
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   --- and Happynessa
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