Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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She was the mellow glow of dawn,
He was the brooding moods of dusk.
She was the sparge of summer rain,
He was the cloak of the dark night.
She was the fragrant rose in spring,
He was the chill of the winter snow.
Together they were day and night.
As different as could be and yet,
So soulfully entwined for eternity.
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