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She smiles with beauty like a flower,
The one, which blooms in pleasant rain.
Her cheeks shine like an ornament,
Who knows this way she veils her pain?

She thinks of me, while going to sleep,
Here all day long, I miss her much.
I dream to see her noble face,
She prays to feel my gentle touch.

No matter what else I might say,
I turn my words when I confess.
She does the same with trembling lips,
Then at once brings a No from Yes.

She laughs to hide her swollen eyes,
I smile to heal my broken heart.
And day by day, such time will come,
With injured self, when both will part.

(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)

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