On a sweet morning,
I saw her slowly walking alone on the street.
only blinking star of my heart sky,
one of my dream, my angel she is anyway.....
she was the first and last raindrop on me,
the blue lily of my sweet pond..
then why??
she gone away in midway......?
anyway my heartbeat says
she must awake one morning and,
i will be there for her , just to say....
now i got disappointed that what would I say ???
yes nothing rather than the above...................
!!!I HAVE TO SAY!!!!
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