Sunday 23 December 2012

Flowers



I see you when in the early morning                          
I get the charge for my daily task
Your smiles woo me
I lose my pains
When you move like rains

What was the reason?
He made me met you
He only knows
The real cause
Or just for a refreshing pause



I see you in my dreams
As same as milk in creams
Full of fragrances like a rose
As same as Shakespearean prose












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