EVERY TIME THE WIND WHISPERS YOUR NAME,
MY SOUL FEELS THE WARMTH, YET THE COLD REMAINS THE
SAME.
WHILE THE NIGHT WRAPS ME IN ITS EMBRACE,
I SEARCH FOR YOUR SHADOW, LONGING FOR YOUR GRACE.
EVERY TIME THE STARS LIGHT THE SKY,
MY HEART ACHES WITH A SILENT CRY.
WHILE THE MOON WHISPERS SECRETS ANEW,
EACH BREATH I TAKE REMEMBERS YOU.
THE ECHOES OF YOUR VOICE STILL ROAM,
LIKE DISTANT WAVES THAT CALL ME HOME.
TIME MAY FADE, BUT WON'T ERASE,
THE LOVE THAT LINGERS IN EMPTY SPACE.
POEM BY
Asim Baadshah
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