Time To Meet Her
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I feel the cool wind of the morn
Comes flowing from the dales as
The east glows in the rays of the sun
I feel the soft touch of the air
Standing at the window as it passes
By caressing my tufts of brown hair
I feel it is time for me to meet
The pretty maiden as birds begin
To hop in rhythm with her dancing feet
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