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we two women of different roots
two desert songs of the same flute
remove the scars of past at once
embrace the ray of golden sun
the little girls, coming out of a dark
the birds are happy, on green bark
with the blue sky of fantasy tops
the tears giving place to the dew drops
giving beauty and essence to rose
feeling our pride and ego so close
oh! the great poet of blue eyes, I here
feeling the shine of your poems near
we have the right to laugh at stage
spreading our smile on canvas of age
hold my hand, sing a heart touching song
the moments are precious, life not long
your poems like stars spread new shine
I wish that all poems should be mine
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