Your absence
creates an aura. The
concealed hurt.
Today when the sun
of longest day goes down,
the night will wait.
To buckle under
the titanic grief of
sea, not sinking me.
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Absence of a person creates an aura of sorrow that hurts but when sun appears this creates an aura of love and beauty. This poem is very nice and excellent...10