mountains are not for ever in mist
sun light does shine on them
the mist rises in air
makes rainbows in the them
when lover leaves for good
the loved one departs
in the mist of sadness we hide ourselves
till new love comes, till time heals us
it moves only if we move
it's frozen without motion
like ourselves in grief.
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