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Wishes on her birthday

The Sun is a little shy
All it does is glow and stare
But I know its secret
And he wants you to know
That for you is his sunshine.

This life won't let you know
For its too busy living on its own
That the one thing that makes it all happen
And allows it go that long extra mile
Is something that begins within you
And comes alive with your every smile.

Happy Birthday Sunshine
Embrace life, All will be fine.

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  1. Happy Birthday to Sunshine... we need to carry a smile in our heart... :)

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  2. This is a lovely, uplifting birthday gift you have written Rajesh. Very nice!

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  3. there is an innocence in this poem.........so beautiful.......

    thanks for the wonderful comment on my blog when i was away Rajesh! keep smiling!

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  4. This poem shines , Rajesh ~ so uplifting :)

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  5. That's a pretty poem Rahesh. Many many happy returns of the day. Happy birthday Sunshine. :)

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