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Articles: Poetry | Memories
- Ms. Vasantha vasantha
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In the morn of a lovely day
when the heat is eaget to say
words of joy and love
such dawns in life are few.
And, such dawns remind me of you.
It fills my heart with sorrow.
When all the joys, i have to borrow.
I remember you still eventhough its long past
the hour you left me.
But, when i look at these free born birds
This day seems as old as new.
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