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Antiquated Grandeur

I could leaf through each year, from her radiant face,

It was seamed with wrinkles, which revealed it all,

Rest of the story was in abysmal depth of those beautiful eyes,

From where the drops could anytime fall.

She was a beauty of yesteryears,

I heard the people say,

Nevertheless i believe, the time had enthroned her,

In its own gracefully skillful ways.

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A lover of all God's creations, a professional by choice but a writer driven by passion. Infinity is the word that makes me wonder where we belong to and that makes me write. A dental surgeon, nutritionist, dietitian, content writer, lover of French language, i believe that life is a process of continuous exploring and learning.

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