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She is like a hawk
Quickly picks my flaws
And I usually fell pray to her
She is powerful
Turns red like a traffic signal
When finds fault
Doesn't give a halt
Her beauty is green
Which makes her unseen
She is wise
Her wisdom keeps my hope alive
I wait for her good mood to arive
Meanwhile i make small flights
around her like a heavy godawan
She finds it interesting as a dawn
That is the beauty of our friendship
Beside all differences and hardship

— The End —