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Valentines Spirit
“Her smile as captivating as a blooming rose
her eyes as dating as it shames the bluebells petals of beaus
It seemed so opposed yet I wanted to foreclose
She was the luminescence of my interceptions
As a fluorescence, she came to me in my deceptions
Enriching up my conceptions,
Yet is that all that she makes me please?
A glorious image in repeat?
Something that seems to discreet
Yet, in my reminiscence called dreams, she’s always my receptance
Yet, never seems to befall in her own conceptions
But always pleases that luminescence that burns in my inceptions
A fire that burns in her right
However, dissolves in my sight”
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Soha Mirza
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