Of seeing you in blue,
suits you more than true.
You froze me like an olaf,
between the hemlock tree and the snow.
A woman like a sun of my smile,
you carry your heels better than grace of any style.
A red wine and a song,
you dance like a princess over the dawn.
I am soaring high,
with the memories behind.
- Rahul Srivastava
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