The vibrant views of night sky,
underneath which I lie,
The stars I see, twinkling,
as if giggling, singing to me.
...
One fine day, I sat down a tree,
Holding a book beside a running brook;
Cool breeze waved my hair hii,
A sweet singing Coco sung me a rhyme.
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Do you see me?
Amongst the crowd,
in midst of people with crowns,
an average face with not so sparkly eyes,
...
It used to be a place, I spent my childhood at,
a home, a feeling, a heaven like serene.
A woman in her 70s, grey hair and always smiling,
my grandma was my god fairy mother,
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