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Special to Me

As special as every single snowflake
Before it falls on to the other
And becomes ice.

As special as the first born
After years of thankless
Tyranny of time.

As special
As the memory
Of our first kiss.

As special
As first love
As the first rains
The first house
The first pay
The first dance
The lost ones
The loved ones
The dear Lord

And
This life
With you in it.

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  1. All the firsts... I like this... some firsts are bitter sweet... however; I do have good memories of them... xox

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  2. How beautiful, Rajesh. The first time for everything is indeed special and a wonderful memory. Thank you for your sweet comments on my blog :)

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  3. I like the first here. You never forget your first memories. Beautiful or Nightmarish both. :)

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