That Burns
even after I perish
From High dreary mountain top,
A search for
you still on and on ,
With snow
peaked cap atop,
My pursuit is for you twined on;
So many
decades of life in love;
Steering a sail amidst storm ,
A dragging
on while I bow,
No matter even
it is yard of grove.
Great is the
spirit that remembers
after years
of struggle and sacrifice,
memory is
a precious gift dismembers
void and ferocity
towards edifice.
Yearning for you was always there,
every star and
spirit in its abode ,
Searched not
knowing going where,
Rested a
while on healthy promenade.
The torch of
divine anguish
Burns ever even
after I perish.
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