That
gentle smile which would
reflect
her kindness,
The
urge to give
without
any show or grandness,
To
be there for you
in
your lows and sadness,
Oh!
Would definitely miss,
Memories
of her with utmost fondness!
Lucky
are those who knew her,
Whom
she called her own,
They
will always celebrate her,
Cause
there’s only love she has sown!
In the end, only that mattered,
Her
heart fluttered,
To
spread love and cheer,
And
not indulge in any fear!
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