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I met her for the first time
In a garden fair, where flowers bloom,
I met her for the first time, in a soft perfume.
Her laughter danced, like petals in the breeze,
And her eyes sparkled, like stars on tranquil seas.
Her smile, a ray of sunshine in the morn,
In that moment, all my worries were shorn.
Her voice, a melody, sweet and clear,
In her presence, all troubles disappeared.
We talked of dreams, of hopes, and fears,
Sharing stories that brought us near.
With each word spoken, our hearts intertwined,
In that timeless moment, our souls aligned.
Though days may pass, and seasons change,
In memory's garden, we'll always arrange,
The day we met, under the azure sky,
Where love whispered softly, and butterflies fly.
© nishitgangwar
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I met her for the first time, in a soft perfume.
Her laughter danced, like petals in the breeze,
And her eyes sparkled, like stars on tranquil seas.
Her smile, a ray of sunshine in the morn,
In that moment, all my worries were shorn.
Her voice, a melody, sweet and clear,
In her presence, all troubles disappeared.
We talked of dreams, of hopes, and fears,
Sharing stories that brought us near.
With each word spoken, our hearts intertwined,
In that timeless moment, our souls aligned.
Though days may pass, and seasons change,
In memory's garden, we'll always arrange,
The day we met, under the azure sky,
Where love whispered softly, and butterflies fly.
© nishitgangwar
#poem #poems #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #writco #writcoapp #writer #Writing #poet
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