The deafening silence fell upon me
Each time the aspects of you reappear
So that It would strictly take delight
In witnessing the pulsing of my anger
My anguish, my hatred, all my spurn
At your departure from love and its glitter
Which from that moment I painfully burn
Until all that’s left have turned bitter
But then I swear I hear myself murmur
‘Give way to goodwill and kindness,
For love still glitter without her,
At least, from a fading distance’
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