Monday, January 30, 2017

Hidden deep within
Something that's not mine,
A world far apart
Whither goes my heart?

A fleeting whiff
A mystic fragrance rare,
An aura around thee
A feeling that you care.

A moonless night
A tuneless song
A distant drum
A memory so strong.

Farewell, adieu
Dasvidaniyaa,
Time to go,
Mon amour,
God speed and fare thee well.

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