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By Anuj Bhardwaj

Her hair is like the winter fire

Her eyes are the perfect snowflakes

Every touch of her is softer than the feather

Her presence lightens up my day.

There is a mysterious lore in her eyes

They are just like ice

Being rigid as it is a little warmth melts them away.

Her voice is through the garden of roses just like the stream next to it.

By Anuj Bhardwaj

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