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Anil Kumar Panda
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You are but a flower of love
In the garden of my heart
Fragrance of love you release
From my life you can't depart
You are but a sweet thought
In the expanse of my mind
Like an idea you rise high
Being to me soft and kind
You are but a moving cloud
In the sky of my sublime love
In you I see color of happiness
When you hang free above
@ Anil Kumar Panda 13/01/2016
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