Stop chasing a dead love with the living heart.

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You are gone,
Yet not forgotten,
You have tardily journalised
Into the deep dark night,
Yet, you come back with
Everyday's light,
To help me conquer the
Monotonous fight,
Like the dew drops, you still
Gently peck on my eyes,
Your voice, though inaudible
To others
Like a river, still flows into my ears
So, here's my parole,
Be it my skin or my bones,
I shall always grip the
Rose of our Love tight.

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Loving you
Taught me
How to water
The dead roses!!

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