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YOUR MAGIC
It was 3'O clock
On a lonely morning,
You called me
It's only a Cup of tea,
But you are the only
attracted me the most,
Your eyes are the beauty
Where I get lost,
I lost myself in your magic
It's attracted me
Like nothing ever does,
No it's not a cup of tea
It's your eyes
The most magical thing in the world,
Your beauty
Your hands
Smile,hair,saree,
Gathered a magical world
Where I get lost,
Does it get to you?
I wanna talk to you
Your voice
The fainted voice
That don't know my name,
Your lips,
Are like the rainbow
With Black and white coloured,
But,it's only your eyes
That attracts me the most,
Your eyes are magical
Fully filled with glamour,
And a fainted emotion
For me and only for me
Copyright ©
Sahadeb Paul
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