That treasured moment from me flew,
Leaving behind a solemn cherished hue.
From a distant empty zone,
Emerged a tongueless moan.
I stared at a parting shadow
And felt my moistened brow.
In the heart of a memory,
A woe untold I can see.
A wish in the vacuum shiveres,
The lips of a secret hope quivers.
Gently, I hold the hand of a jaded pretense
And fragrance of a withered flower grows dense.
I collect the shattered pieces of a hollow promise
Nothing stirs; I stop pining for the fleeting bliss.
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