The blood spilling melting candle light.
Between us, sea waves rise,
The moments of love afloat and ebb
The withered and woken up midnight’s dream,
Tears lit by sun’s long fingers at the day’s end.
Horizon bowed by our distant sights,
The unspoken words of anguish and lose,
The angst of despair and separation,
Like the scattered and shapeless shadows of an abandoned street.
These times, you forgive my sins
We are spectators though
The pain of the vain heart that spills ink to words
The words elude like distant sea
Sea till the end of sight and its despair
The melting fire beyond the window
Kissing the dry lips of a withered flower,
I can’t hear you, just the roaring sea.
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