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Jun 2014
When,
Your dark hair,
Fell on my face,
And covered my eyes,
I wondered,
If death would be,
Such a pleasant experience.

When,
You pulled back your hair,
And let the smile shine on me,
I thought,
No matter how pleasant death is,
Life is,
Always more beautiful.
playing with dark hair falling on me...
Ankush Samant
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