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Aug 2014
Our love is the seasons
Never perfect, always changing.
We stand on different reasons
but our bond is still sustaining.

Like the spring blossoms
we too shall only grow...
but like the golden autumn
a change will undergo...

And when wintry whites frost
sometimes you leave me cold,
but like the blazing summer exhaust
we too burn fiery gold.
Shaudia E
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Shaudia E
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