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Your Smile


One fine fresh morning Swinging air touching my face Cool mist dancing in the air Birds chirping around me Sun trying to show his light Trees making music with air By seeing all this my lips are smiling This experience is good But something is lacking in me That i came to realise that I can smile my self But you are far from me to your smile..
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