Your
insufficient touch estrange
an
illusion of a forgetful heart.
How
helpless is such a buried
sarcophagus
of this feeble moment.
Paltry
of bare tears hesitate
to
run down over obscure absence.
Our
fortuitous love is just an extra pyre
On
human time and space,
burning
a heap of dead
and
half dead souls within.
Loved it, especially the line "Our fortuitous love.."
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