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Feb 2020
Where the summer skies brightly breeze
The winter passes by meant for us lovers
To warm our cold isolated heart's ease

Her eyes are deeper than my favourite song, but sound simple
When our eyes meet, music and symphonies ring
If I had ample time to describe my mistress, all of the seasons would be in vain
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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