Girl

I saw her lovely face in the window daily                          While I was going to the college swiftly                             After seeing the beautiful moon lively                                   
 My hero cycle had become k a bike really.                   
                                                                                                Reached the college campus very quickly.                             But I was not able to forget the angel suddenly.                      I tried to read the English textbook simply                           The flower blossomed in the page only.                                       
                                                                                                          I waited for the college over impatiently.                                   I took the cycle and rode it immediately.                               The bird perched  in the same place patiently.                         It saw me and waved it's wings speedily                            
                                                                                                     Had seen the star only one time a day seriously             There was no chance to see the comet again easily          The girl was in the dreams and everything lovely.                    I never forgot that particular day uneasily.                                      
                                                                                                          It was November fourteen,children's day humbly           When I came near her house slowly                                       My dream doll stood there silently                                       
 She was only a little lamb closely                                       
                                                                                                      And not a matured mare definitely                                        The sweet box gave me a chocolate box wholly.                  My life long dreams were shattered highly.                                            Like the last scene of Mckenna's gold film fully.
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