You urged me to say,
The white story of love,
With its fading colors,
And where and nowhere,
Of abstract chariot.
And me a rolling gear,
Just remember and forget,
The mission and the target,
That sprang and hang,
As birth and death.
Your departure rooted,
Ocean's permanent waves,
Ancient mountain's cave,
As the bigger me denounces time,
To share your silent abstract.
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