I'm not a magician
To heal her scathed face
Nor am I a beautician
To hide her dark patches
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Her breezy flash on the neem leaves
Fascinates me
Her albedo- sheen on the green
A bewitching show enticing
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Like a destructive lightning thunderbolt of the monsoon
That day that big bad event happened
Ere that faded out slowly fully in years, so soon
A little cloud split itself in tiny bits sported
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4.'Who's that Rose, Rose
I'm not that Rose, Rose
Who has prickles, prickles
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141.Beauty has an inner colour that reflects outer through the eyes on one's face
142.All that glitters is not gold...so too the farther stars
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1 The Thieves' Lane
Edged with a line of houses
Erected gigantically on both sides
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1 'Gran, gran, what's the time now'
Joe asked her in voice low
Gran turned to see the clock so
But a dog barked then 'wow wow'
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My folly kept pricking
Too prolonged my heart
Awaiting His presence
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Two opposites function to clash well
Sea said I can swell, so now I swell
'Oh, I can't do' Land said
Sea swelled, swelled and land drowned
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Standing on the seashore alone
A loving privacy from too afar
Fell into my sight so bizarre
Can't tell how sportive they were
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