Joy


For Rishik-II

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When I found the smile on your lips,
Like the first bloom of the home garden,
The chill of the dews,
The solidity of the wave,
The fluency of the air,
I am reminded of what was lost,
In the depth of struggle,
And gained at that moment,
With the first bloom,
With the chill of the dew,
With the power of the wave,
With the translucent air;
Joy.

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