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Beauty Lives So Small…

You will be always your mom’s doll,
In you I use to see  her and all.
I dreamed to have a daughter like you,
Very docile, soft, sensitive and sweet.
It wasn’t long enough we met,
All the dreams and the images became wet.
The worse storm came and wiped all,
Swept the family and made it really small.
The heart became so weak which once was strong,
To hug you in my arms will I always long.
Like a fairy you came into my life,
In heaven now you reside…
God’s message was sent to me,
The beauty is not always to be.
It leaves fast making you happy,
To live a life thinking of the days so loved by…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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