Yearning for tenderness.
The one lost —It's so long -so long
The light delves deep in the watery
Unconsciousness of an unnatural essence,
Just to find nothing.
Longing for what went missing at some point
Somewhere, in the long journey, is a beguiling
Come what may,
Pushed from pillar to post —Worn by
The wrinkles on the forehead
Regrets what's gone lost,
Keeping its scent forever.
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