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Dec 2012
She floats with me,
Being while she's not,
I see her.

Her smallest things,
Which I've heard not,
I hear her.

I am amazed by her,
Even though I met her not,
I feel her.

A pout on her cheeks,
That she has received yet not,
I kiss her.

Humming in both my ears,
Her voice seems like the best one,
I adore her.
Dedicated to the lovely little one. ;-)

© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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