Am I going to die with
My dreams unrealized
With memory of you in
My heart rotting like a
Fallen leaf on the soil
Am I going to die like
A meteor half way to
Its blessed union
Will you forever remain
A distant dream and me
A bird with parched
Throat waiting for rain
Am I be ever blessed
With the flower of your
Love and live drugged
With its ever fresh aroma
I don't know
I am getting pulled to
The cell where your
Memory will be eaten
Away by hungry ants
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