Shades of your voice echo in
the hallowed halls of hope,
I gaze up at the stars and saw
a veritable chaos in scope,
The oracle in you had
grubstaked the act of me being me,
Without you now I find myself
in a tourbillion of mimicry.
While the eternal
fortune-teller was trying to pretence,
I now felt the bedizened
misery of my fractional existence,
Now when I cannot see you
sparkle like the morning drizzles,
My dreams are lost in the
smorgasbord of rhymes and reasons.
But then when I see you up
there in the starry eolian sky,
My dreams all come back to me
as I see you happy to fly,
The leitmotif of all my wishes
have always been this visage,
I wished not to see a moment
of sadness in your entourage,
Your shadows will light the
nidus of my road ahead,
Our yesterday will be your
tomorrow is a wish that I made …
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