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In the twinkle of an eye one can browse and view the exterior contours of a woman — a soft chiseled countenance, a black mole on the right temple, on left cheek a delicate dimple, streaks of simple smiles, a naughty wink too or at times, drops of deep sadness dripping from her almond eyes, hundred twenty pounds of flesh and blood and five feet five inches tall - a silhouette against an invisible backdrop of time!
No, she is not a simple algebraic assemblage of 3-D cubes and tetrahedrons, she is a divine summation of recumbent layers of deep emotion.
She is an unfathomed ocean, deep within her take birth the waves of warm love. Her smiles carry spring flowers, her tears rain as monsoon showers. A friend, a pretty soulmate, a naughty sister, a caring mother are her different forms - ever so dear! |
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