I find you often glimpsing through the window pane..
Though I know thinking of you is insane..
I often gaze at the view of the twinkling star..
I cherish my memory with you during the night I spend with you..
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Heartfelt and emotional portrayal which evokes images and sweet memoirs. Thanks a lot for sharing. Those weak feeble hands were blessed me most.. I miss my Dida most now! !