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Nov 2019
Distance  being longer in the darkness of night,
when moon started to brighting up the light.

I find myself  twinkled to the dream ,
cheering the fantasies what we desired.

Grasping your hand and having tears on chicks,
what distance makes to us ,Yet we still live the dreams.
Hello friends!! Do let me know how is it?
Happy Ankleshwaria
Written by
Happy Ankleshwaria  Vadodara, india
(Vadodara, india)   
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