With you here in my life:
All enemies seem far away,
With you here in my life:
No longing have I now to roam,
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From dust we're made, to dust in kind, From star's hearts we were blown, To share creator's heart and mind, It's all we've ever known. The poet is not merely a poet, a thinker having a loving heart and attractive power of expression.
Why you have written 'in memory of' Neethu...... has anything serious happened to her?