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Your smile

Your hair, soft as a bird's feathers, Touching my skin in cold Decembers. Your smile, gentle as morning light, You made my dark world feel so bright. I kept you close, like a secret prayer, Now I reach out — there's only air. James Laldinchhunga Singson
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My favourite place

 Someday I hope you'll know, My favourite place, my home. And when you finally realize, Where my heart used to roam — Please forgive me then, For I won't be there to stand. My feet will be gone, From that beloved land. But my heart and soul, Will still be waiting there, For a moment to stand again, In that place so fair. James Laldinchhunga Singson  
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