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Sep 2020
For the ***** of penitent your memories bring
I yearn for your beautiful smile
When the curtains with zephyr swing
My heart stops and wanders a mile

Where did you go my love?...

While you left in my soal your magical mark
I lived my life against your dying one
You held my hand tight in frightening dark
I slipped it off in my bright sun

Here in the moor purpled with heather
I stand onΒ Β the edge, looking at the cross
Remembering the gazebo we built together
Taking the last breathe in painful remorse

I step into nothingness to reach my everything...
My first poetry
Pratibha Srivastava
Written by
Pratibha Srivastava  17/F/India
(17/F/India)   
17
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