| It was a cold wintry night. | |||||||||||||||
| We stood alone in a crowd. | |||||||||||||||
| [What if it was only a parking lot?] | |||||||||||||||
| Like the sudden evening breeze | |||||||||||||||
| You caught me in a swift embrace; | |||||||||||||||
| Riding on your sigh, | |||||||||||||||
| A few words escaped your lips | |||||||||||||||
| - And My World was Made! | |||||||||||||||
| 'Tis these few words, thirsting to catch | |||||||||||||||
| The sound of which anew, | |||||||||||||||
| The Moon, casting aside its cloudy mantle, | |||||||||||||||
| Peeks out eagerly, | |||||||||||||||
| The Quail steps out of its leafy retreat, | |||||||||||||||
| The weary traveller strains his ears... | |||||||||||||||
| Creation holds back in hushed anticipation. | |||||||||||||||
| Same place, same time of the day, | |||||||||||||||
| Same Me - awaiting your return, till eternity... | |||||||||||||||
| Oh, You are so far away! | |||||||||||||||
| Lie awake with me, | |||||||||||||||
| Flowers with drooping faces | |||||||||||||||
| On dark gloomy trees; | |||||||||||||||
| The Southern gale heaves a sigh, | |||||||||||||||
| Bemoaning the shedding of dry leaves | |||||||||||||||
| In your absence. | |||||||||||||||
| The flame of the wee lamp held by Moon, | |||||||||||||||
| To illuminate the path of your return, | |||||||||||||||
| Flickers like Hope, about to be extinguished. | |||||||||||||||
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