Here, in this lonely hut
With feelings all mute and shut
I wait for the one
That made promises
Of returning soon
In this silent premises
Which was once full of life
Of loving strife
I wish to take
The utmost care lest
My sweetest ever guest
Should be forlorn
I sweep the awaited path
With my eyelids tired
And the entire space
With my tears I bathe
I sprinkle the drops
Of my smelling memories
I sow the seeds of
Sweet love berries
In the garden of
Deserted dried heart
I water them cautiously
With the dew of her smile
Flowing in the streams
Of my wet eyes ceaselessly
I think times and again
That doubtlessly something
Precious and essential
Is still missing
If it had not been so
She would have certainly
Appeared with a glow
To enlighten my
Dark starless sky
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