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The You that was
Like a feather, flaky and light,
Suspended in the air against the golden hue----
With blades of lemon grass beneath, tall and sharp
You burst forth in my mind,
Spilling colors of ecstasy
In the aching heart.
Like a story untold, unwritten, unsung---
You stream a melody of once upon a time.
A glimpse of you, splash liquid delight.
And send thousands of glowworms in the garden of dreams.
No matter where you are, however, you shine,
I still have you, who once was mine.
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Aparajita Bhattacharjee
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