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Aug 22
As the dawn lights up the room
Through dark curtains
A solitary ray peaks through
Afraid to disturb the silence

The morning is restless
Without her embrace and presence
The first sound I hear is the bird sing
Her sweet gestures still rankle this broken heart

She often brought me happiness
In my life void of affection and beauty
Her words calmed
The river of traumas

I share these songs with her
Now those memories bring me solace
When her eyes listened, lips smiled
As I pick up the broken pieces
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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   Thomas W Case
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