Winter comes as my love
Make you bloom
After a long journey
In the jungles of desires.
Let us turn the pages of life
Engraved with hardships and sorrows
And forgot to live
To meet both ends together.
I remember, the day
You began to knit
A lace of your love
But I lost you for ever!
Drops of your tears
Wiped away with my lips
Removing the white cloth
From your face I dragged.
Your glittering eyes
Pasted in my heart
Begun to wide open
Playing the last songs of demise.
Yellow leaves turned into brown
And the fragrance death
Spread in galore to follow
My vicinity of love after death
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