nothing much....
Nothing sweet in the sorrow of parting,
Nothing brief in the eons alone.
Nothing swift in the seasons of waiting,
Nothing certain in futures unknown.
Nothing ardent in arms that are empty,
Nothing soft in an unfinished kiss.
Nothing left, in a weekend without thee,
But to scribble a poem like this.
Nothing brief in the eons alone.
Nothing swift in the seasons of waiting,
Nothing certain in futures unknown.
Nothing ardent in arms that are empty,
Nothing soft in an unfinished kiss.
Nothing left, in a weekend without thee,
But to scribble a poem like this.
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Sorry about the melancholy.
Want to say I love you.
Take care.
Take a nap. :)
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