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MERRIAM
Many years past near your kingdom,
Eye-to-eye we, deep moat between,
Raised friendly hands, smiled awhile,
Right then and there you won my heart
It was all that, the gap was wide,
A bridge, Fate willed, can not be built,
My caste was low, you were up high.
© FLQ March 29,2014
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