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Aug 2014
I have opened all the doors
countless doors of my heart,
spring, winter, summer, fall
through wind and rain
in snow and hail
fall and foliage
and when cuckoos call,
how long do I wait
for you to find
your way,
so that we become:
you and I
WE.
Tulip Chowdhury
Written by
Tulip Chowdhury  USA
(USA)   
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