Adoration
When she would sit beside me
I couldn't ventilate all words
It often came to me as mess
And I stumbled towards
When she would stay away
I tried to draw her in mind
But in our presence
Never I tried to find
Today the inevitable separation
Makes me as a harp
Whatever I sing lonely
The tune seems to me adoration!
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