When the dark clouds will cease to come
Thunder and lightning will disappear
And the rains will not shower
The shape of you would be lost forever;
Blue of the sky will shine brighter
Gale will bring fall from northern hills
Shorter days will fuse into nights' solace
Only you would not be there beside the fireplace;
Pages of my book will fall into a deep crevice
The day you will cease to be there
The nights will never be the same dear
As the dreams shared with you
Shall be put under hammer……
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