What remains is nothingness;
A giant void in the languid memories
Of all that was,
And that could not be.
Did anything make a difference?
Ask the heart that sensed it all,
The nuances of love, ecstasy and pain
That which was trussed;
Within obligations and domination
Of spineless love,
Is now unfettered.
That which has spread it’s wings;
Will find the way, through the clouds
Of agony, towards the rising sun,
That’s where one belongs.
The leap of faith;
And hope of light,
Uniqueness of the gleam
In those pair of eyes.
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