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The time, seemingly
Melted and stagnant,
Was creeping past
The new dawns slow,
Like the relentless
Waves of an ocean;
Sometimes riding high,
Some other times low,
But without ever ceasing to flow.
And then I met her
On my rebirth
After the third death
In an unfathomed hollow.
She was the beauty
I ever craved to pen a poem for
With all my soul-draining essence;
With the undiscovered words
Cradling onto the edges of a shore
And the musing melody of silence.
Then I asked her
To come, walk together
With the dances
Of a summer rain,
Draining out all
Worries and pain
To float the souls forever...
And then she denied
With a mysterious smile
And a fragrance floating over
Like the earlier lives
I was born for a blue rose form her
And to stop chasing lives forever...
© Atique R.
