Being away from you;
My life would be an interminable summer.
A dry spell...arid and lifeless...
Never ending monsoon for my eyes..
Yearning for your fingers to dry them.
Every day dark and every night cold,
Days pass by and then I grow old.
Waiting for the spring...
Dreams budding wing
Where sun shines brighter,
And cuckoos sing sweeter...
And finally when you won’t come
I will lay dead buried under the leaves of autumn
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