A blooming flower

I remember the day i saw you sitting,
                   beside your window there,
your lips was like a blooming flower,
                      inside me standing here,
but i was getting a feeling your smile is
                          is hiding somewhere,
so dear from today onwards can i be,
                               your wheelchair?

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