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Thunderstorm.

Poem By Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

She said you are a moth my friend
Dull to her I must have seemed
Dressed low key in browns & such
Not feeling loved all that much
But then one day something
Changed!
For gold dusted over those wings
New love such splendour brings

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Ahh, fly on those gold dusted wings, an enjoy all the splendor true love brings! *10*! Lovely write Tia! ! Friend Thad
Sounds like an ugly duckling story and we all know how that turned out 10 +++ Chris


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