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She was like

She was like spring in seasons, she was like a morning sunshine, standing with her was a divinity, and smelling her was like fragrance of flowers, he writes. Dreaming of her is still an opportunity says the writer.

By Arpan DasPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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She was like
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She was like floating music,

Talking to her was sublimity.

She was like spring in seasons,

Staying with her was juvenility.

She was like a morning sunshine,

Standing with her was a divinity.

She was like fragrance of flowers,

Being with her was a adorability.

She was like bourgeon on a tree,

Looking at her was a novelty.

She was like dew of early bright,

Touching of her was an extremity.

She was like a fluttering butterfly,

Stay near to her was hypnotizebility.

She is like an angel of my imagination,

Dreaming of her is still an opportunity.

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About the Creator

Arpan Das

Arpan is a Travel Blogger and a Professional Freelance Writer.

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