Treasure for Life
These small gestures that hold us tight,
As if seeing the world from your eyes,
You’re always felt like a treasure for life.
Not a friend, but a need of mine.
Is it a coincidence or a mystery?
That some one appears from your past,
Perfect manners, etiquettes and so sober,
Yet so humble, as if goddess of life
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