Hope, her name.
Emerald eyes, angelic smile.
Laughter like first shower of rain.
Like the waves of the sea she would daily walk to me.
She would pull my cheeks, ruffle my hair.
And would say you are such a sweet KID.
I hated that.
At that moment I always wished I was her age.
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6 Obiters:
this is such an innovation...:)
sweet....good luck for the contest :))
That is so beautifully written,
Best of luck for the contest.
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Thankyou :)
Thanks...same to you :)
Thankyou Rupertt and wish the same for you
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