A Wish for the one whisked away.
It is nearly two years since you are gone.
Trailing behind two thousand memories
heaped around the environment, INERASABLE
I would not say haunting around .
They are Memories, Memories
questioning Even times.
not pebbles nor gravels, nor the
myriad grains of sands at the construction site,
nor are the clipped wings to be burnt by
many a hard . Merciless cries in the vicinity:
Memories and memories ,
I still look around for you,
Are you still traversing the path
to reach the starry heaven?
Or you want to carve a alcove
For yourself?
Does your soul still select her own society?
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