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Her heavy eyelids drooping as sleep plays on her long curvy eyelashes.Wrinkle line meets at the end of both eyes as if taking charge over her dreams.I find my self next to her in the whole new world of absolute appreciation.Her innocent face and old bony hand reflects her heart as if laced with rich brocade of hardwork and the colour of warmth in the smallest crevices of her heart.The rainbow that bursts in beautiful emotions flowing on the tips of those skinny fingers that used to Feed me tasty delicacies on the occasion of eid,Those hands that used to comfort me,cuddle me,on those sleep deprived nights,her touch which made every single night starring over me The one who tuned beautiful lullaby's on the countless nights of my Childhood. I am writing this as she wakes up saying its too late and you have school tomorrow but i am trying to recapitulate that old tune of love.Maybe i am not a good singer but today its my heart that sings to her.Her eyes are wet,As an overwhelming smile spreads on her face.She hugs me nearly choking me to death as we sway on the swing of those ancient memories.
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loved the way you wrote it, very nice...
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Thank you for encouraging me
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Well penned in a superb style and flow.
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Thank you so much for reading
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wonderful piece :) really nice
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Thank you :D

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