Though the usual sun rises in the sky
but today is not the same as yesterday
sans you everything seems wry and dry
though the usual sun rises in the sky
sans you dreariness surrounds high and nigh
sans you darkness hovers here, and I find no way
though the usual sun rises in the sky
but today is not the same as yesterday.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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