the conundrum roused by
the echoing sound of still
and unperturbed glances
emanating from you,
the world flung its arms
around me, a feeling that
begs of emptiness, it is
never the same without you
roses find its way to the
murk, wilts and dies,
losing the red, losing the sanity
aching for your permanence,
resurrecting your laughter that
always held the meaning of meanings.
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