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Her Identity

Nov 14, 2024
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By Priyanshi Sisodia


All decked up like a doll

Felt like a queen to the king, princess to her father

I see her smiling through the mirror


Smile was her only makeup 

Standing like a beautiful portrait 

I see her smiling through the mirror


Full of peace and grace

Beauty and permanent smile on her face

Ready to spread her charm

And, make this world a happy place


By Priyanshi Sisodia

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