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Feb 2019
Happiness is a cloud
When you have it,
It shouts loud.
As white as dew,
As good as few,
So pure & blissful .....
When it comes.
Abondon in pain
When it runs.
Written by
Pallavi  36/F/India
(36/F/India)   
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