A Lover's Pen

She had clung to my dreams, like a flower on its branch
Every moment I shared with her, She had blurred into a memory
The past was hanging like a moonless night, over the utter silence
All that’s been mine, Was now left into ashes of sorrow.
When I was effete under her loss, Insipid alike the autumn
My eminence has fallen, akin to the dead petals evading the tree
Thoughts were struck in the heart, resembling a cursing dagger
Driving the life from every nerve, that runs away from its debt.

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