It Hurts - Poem by Nohemi Molano-Lewis
How much your absence hurts!
This placid emptiness—
is filled with silence
at the absence
of your warm fragrance. How much your absence hurts!
with the rhythm
of dancing water flows. Why your absence hurts so much?
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