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Feb 2012
You won’t believe me
When I say I’m holding beauty
As we walk together
My little drop of heaven
You grin and snicker

Sometimes we look for places
Sometimes we reach places
You smile and say
Baby I dun care where we go
And I walk more roads with you

You try to tie your hair
Clumsy you, Drop your clip
I just glare.
And you ask me what I’m thinking
I think god is a brilliant artist
You made me realize this.

Sometimes we look for places
Sometimes we reach places
You smile and say
Don’t laugh at me
And I walk more roads with you
Ashish P Pradhan
Written by
Ashish P Pradhan  Kathmandu
(Kathmandu)   
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