Lost in the palaver of her myriad thoughts,
Tarnishing every dissuasion that suggests leaving you,
remain taciturn to listen to your voice,
Become a vagrant chasing an illusion called you.
I touch your shadow in the soot of the night,
Rummage memories to get your vivid sight,
feel your fragrance from the immemorial times,
Hold your scribbles with words that had rime.
I treasure you like relics from a past world,
Hope incandescent like plumes of love,
Your happiness matter most to me,
And I reel away entwine in my reverie’s swirl.
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