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It is the drop of dew
Hanging loose at the tip
Of a blade of grass
Reminds me about your
Shining face when you
Appear in a flash
Behind the bush of rose
When I wait for you
Before break of dawn
You fall into my arms
To hug and kiss and roll
Upon the drenched lawn
@ Anil Kumar Panda 16/11/2015
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