THINKING OF YOU
On the dewy path of blooming roses
Where we used to walk hand in hand
And inhaled ardent aroma of friendship
You used to look at moon, I looked at you
Yesterday buried deep in my thought,
I walked without you, ignoring life
Seeing me alone, dirt cried, path wept
I forgot where the path was leading
I knew not where I was going.
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