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Ashish Mawalall Poem
If you are the fragrance, then we are the flowers, we'll sit here and wait for hours, your eyes are soil brown and not ocean blue, because you let friendship grow deep roots in you, instead of washing away and coming again another day I think it's best that you stay, a glowing smile and pages of you kept as an honest file, is what you are by far, your hair is blown by the wind of the unknown, flown like birds to their very throne, like a butterfly flutter your lashes, do not drop tears and make splashes, you rather watch raindrops fall as it crashes, if I am the author and you're the story I suggest you be happy and do not worry, Happy Birthday Hip Hip Hooray! Let's save the second chapter for another day.
Copyright © Ashish Mawalall | Year Posted 2017
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