Tracking your face on the old face of moon
getting million of ways to find you elsewhere
staring the whole stars in the infinite sky
getting me mad....selfish ….definite shy
But what kept me sane? ! purely your whisper at night
aureateness your heart...cheerful full of insight
tangible your emotions enrobing my soul with delight
irrigating though my feelings with softness of bright
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