The dreams still linger, waiting in hope,
Whispering softly, 'Where are you? '
No door is closed, no road is barred;
Cherished memories still keep their vigil.
At the corner of the bridge where you left me alone,
Silence has made its home.
Though autumn has yielded to spring,
That lonely place remains unchanged.
My cap still bears no feather—
An emblem of hopes unfulfilled,
Of honours yet to be worn.
It, too, waits in quiet longing,
Whispering softly,
'Where are you? '
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