My Gift
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Anil Kumar Panda
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With the wind
That blows from the west
I will send you
My love wishing you best
With the rain
That comes from the sky
I will send a kiss
That you should not deny
With the heat
That comes in middle of May
I will send a flower
That won’t wither on any day
@ Anil Kumar Panda 29/11/2015
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