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Like a wild flower
You were unkempt
In the prime of your youth
Leaving hair to flow
In treacherous wind
In fire of love you are a moth
Till the moment when
Your heart swells like
A bud to trap the errant bee
In the desert of life
You experience the moment
When heart seems to be in a sea
@ Anil Kumar Panda 14/11/2015
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