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expression

There is a table
in my room,
on which I have kept
bottles filled with
colored sand.
and whose body
I wipe with cloth
everyday.
they all look
at me and smiles.
they understand
the expression of
my eyes and
keeps looking at me
everyday to
get my touch.
they know that
their existence
will be seen somewhere
in my creation.
and they recognise
this expression.
Written by dimpy (dimpsmoon)
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