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Nov 2017
Through the glass
Behind which
Her face
Was the fountain
In the sunlight
I caught her smile
And pinned that
In my eyes
So that
Whenever
She is upset
I might show her
My mirrors
That will reflect
How good she was
When she smiled
Mohd Arshad
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