I become dumb when think about departing of soul my dearer
Difficult to forget that trouble- before soul you leave me never

O dear! Life is in hell- we are in network of illusion
I dress up her who is not mine- day passes with false expectation

Cast net at deep of mind- loveless life obtains nothing
Without you all become messy- candle burns for lighting

You look pretty when remaining in green fancy heaven O! dear.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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