It was a shining day,
And rays were striking her face,
she was smiling then,
And i knew i had lost the race..
her face was sparkling in the light,
And inside i was having a fight,
fighting for my own existence,
i had lost myself before her might..! !
She was beautiful in her own way,
Beautiful. No sexy, No glamirous just beautiful,
And it made my day..! !
It Was the last day i saw her, and there were winter holidays,
these long holidays seemed endless,
and i was having nothing but to stare,
staring through the window and smiling,
and thinking of her smiling face..! !
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