My endearment lied in my hands,
Unblemished it was unable to reach your shore.
We though seem to converge,
But it was the lie of the eye.
We were parellel like the shore.
My tears, laughter dried with your Visage diverging,
In the teritory where my shadow vanishes,
Thou shalt then have the shade unknown.
And my memories as honey dripping on your soul.
I was shattered in sea of turmoil,
With wounds of time when I collided.
“Dear, why hath you laughed at my wounds?”
Even though your heart cried,
Your shine christened my wounds.
I can’t see sun brilliant at us,
Hazing you, besides the warmth.
The cold doth chilled me but
your clandestine embrace
(You were my God sent sun)
Though healed my wounded heart.
‘Silly me, with each crystals of Epiphany,
Swayed me away with the ebbing riverine.’
How canst you then lie in the ashen figments?
It’s a Phoenix and will resurrect,
resuscitate you when thy sun rage.
Silly you to say me endearing words,
The uncanny bulwark faltered,
Buried our wonderlust love..
The Harp that I played the lore ,
Echoed in the valley of wraiths
The strings percussed until
It broke with jaded crescendo.
Will ye be happy now?, Nah!
My farewell remain due until now.
Will ye then witness the sun set?
It’s now lost in the horizon.
Where you shalt then happily cry,
And with glee my prayers
Will Jocund your walks.
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