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Jan 2020
As I ran my hands over
     The cold wood of her coffin
My hands reached the place
     Her warm heart would have been in.
This poem is a tribute to my grandmother, an extremely wise and beautiful lady, whom I lost 3 years ago. No matter how time went, the emptiness of a cheery soul lingers. I hope she's at a better place now, showing the angels how to sow neat patterns....
Harshitha Girish
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Harshitha Girish  16/F/India
(16/F/India)   
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