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Now That She Is Gone…
As the tears run my face,
I happen to touch her first time.
Her body was so cold,
But I only remember her as a warm person.
How could she turn so cold?
She offered her warm hands to all,
Would help anyone at just one call.
I cannot stop thinking about her now,
Now that she is gone,
I want her back somehow…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag
So simple and yet so deep! I like it!!
Thanks best wishes…