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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.

Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.

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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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