I've become like a wilted rose
longing for the rays of the sun
in a zestless winter
I still yearn the return
of the one whom I dearly miss
This insatiable heart
longs to see
the day when she might return to me
She was the marrow of my heart
the essence of my soul
who brought forth a ray of light
the aura
that illuminated my path















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