Stand With Rose
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When mild air touches
Her presence reaches
Reminds me of her stay
I find the day in beautiful way
She has something special
I feel it as human
So much caring
And herself ready with offering
When she is around
I have always found
The spread of fragrance
From flower by chance
I breathe her
With wide eyes but sans fear
She always consoles
With her charming smile
I am reminded of world
'So lovely' as has been told
When will I find her?
Stand with rose in hand as sweet offer
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