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Sep 2013
It's your voice ringing sonorously in my mind,
It's your eyes that I see your world from.

I don't actually mind it if I turn blind,
When you're here there's nothing that I fear..

And even while you are gone away from me,
You don't actually go away from my mind...

We always live in the cottage of our dreams,
Not hidden but simply away from their sight..

This dream-home will be a reality one day,
We'll reside in mother nature's cosy lap.

Up over the foothills,
Beneath the mountains,
We live away from civilization..

Singing along the birds,
Ashore the dancing brooks,
We enjoy our simpler lives fully...
My HP Poem #437
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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