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As a youth, beautifully veiled in innocence Shy eyes waiting and wishing and dreaming He was the Sun, she was the Sunflower Shy eyes spending rain droplets There should be a rose on the bed She opened all doors, bound in promise |
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Also read Sand Storms of the Mind from Meesha |
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![]() Meesha Kaw |
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