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May
A gust of wind she is
Flowing through the fields
Flowers bloomed each one she touches
A beauty only month of may yields
Grateful for the memories we hold
For each laugh and each fight
At every phase of my life
You were there for me each time
No matter the hardships you face
You make your way through the crowd
From deep down from my heart
You make me immensely proud
Purest heart with a hint of mischief
The kindest eyes ever seen
The sunshine gets dim when she smiles
A beauty with a soul so serene...
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Asmi Sharma
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