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Jun 2016
wish me luck she said,
as she flew away to find a new home.
I watched her wings flutter,
and waved my hand to bid her farewell.
I wonder to this day,
if she found the place she was longing.
But one thing I am sure of,
there’s no place she can’t dwell.
Anshul Sharma
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Anshul Sharma  Shimla
(Shimla)   
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