She was like
She was like spring in seasons, she was like a morning sunshine, standing with her was a divinity, and smelling her was like fragrance of flowers, he writes. Dreaming of her is still an opportunity says the writer.
She was like floating music,
Talking to her was sublimity.
She was like spring in seasons,
Staying with her was juvenility.
She was like a morning sunshine,
Standing with her was a divinity.
She was like fragrance of flowers,
Being with her was a adorability.
She was like bourgeon on a tree,
Looking at her was a novelty.
She was like dew of early bright,
Touching of her was an extremity.
She was like a fluttering butterfly,
Stay near to her was hypnotizebility.
She is like an angel of my imagination,
Dreaming of her is still an opportunity.
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Arpan Das
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