The wind was blowing;
Through the trees,
Singing songs of,
Quiet evening beats,
The day folded his wings,
To rest in thy evening,
Melodies sounded
A bit rushing and crashing,
The sun was setting,
And the world was still,
While zephyr wandering
In evening’s silent tide,
Sounded like a lover’s sigh,
And memories of our love
Rising above sunset sky,
Your words linger in memory,
And in a sweet, sad tone you say,
You come for memory’s sake,
And your absence, is it a break?
Warmth gives way to night,
Now our passion dimmed to fading light,
Hearts once glowing like sun,
Now sinking to the sea,
All emotions and beams gone,
I am parched now,
And I am reeling
With the wine of you,
Every night brings in,
The same cold memory,
And cold crimson sky,
That breathes out you and you only.......
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I am parched now, And I am reeling With the wine of you, Every night brings in, The same cold memory, And cold crimson sky, That breathes out you and you only....... unable to describe beauty of your write.