When the night comes
The stars and the angels keep looking
In every nook and cranny for your presence
When the day falls
The sun winces profusely
As your spark silences myriad rainbows
When the roses flourish undisputed beauty
They hope to always find you emaciated
When rose petals lose value
You shed light and become their substitute
You make words travel seas and cross rivers
In quest of love's purpose.
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