I thought that you'd say me a tearful farewell
but you hid your face till the last minute.
"You bid bye and leave", said the ringing-bell;
When I waved my hand, you moved not a bit.
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Is your face the silver moon shining to paint the world in flawless white and peace? Your manners farce makes not me pining But the sore you made in my heart will not cease! With no rain on my cheeks of heavenly moisture I'm gone with no one to heal my inner fracture. Pain of heart beautifully penned. Thanks for the sharing.10 for it. Subhas
Wonderful poetry. A pain hidden deep inside the heart has been spilled beautifully into a poem. Like to read again and again.