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Feb 2020
Here is you looking at me
Because you were once mine
Strong and alive
Now you shall be set free

The days pass by
I wish the night gave us better dreams
I remembered you with fondness
When you left my heart broken like a neglected cup

No sooner water flowed
Rivers overwhelmed by storms
Oceans by seas
Hurricanes raged towns and cities stowed

There was something beautiful inside
That never saw the light of day
It just is as crepuscular as a bad dream
That dreams are made of beauty

Unforgettable beauty lies in birds whose flight
One cannot judge lest they spread too far their wings
From the darkest eclipse
She was attired in the sun's warmth and hid the secondary light

After all, justice is blind
Like an ebullient cornet playing
Looking for symphony and awoke by purpose
Her life is music to remember
And home to the homeless

Autumn with thou angels breath
I'm accustomed to her face
Like reeds moving in and out of the wind
Touching the seasons four o'clock each day
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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