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Apr 2013
Never ever You would know,
This sapling that we grow,
Becomes much bigger,
Even more clearer,
It would carry our dreams.

Up with itself,
Into the sky,
With one,
Creepy,
Or two more creepers.

I could never ever,
Tell You how,
You make,
My own,
Heart skip beats.
My HP Poem #179
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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