By JH Sayyar
O Zarin, golden light of vanished days,
Thy name still lingers soft upon my soul;
A star once near, now lost in twilight’s haze,
A half-heard song time cannot make whole.
Thy smile, a dawn I held but could not keep,
Fled like breeze that brushes April’s cheek.
I search thee still in memory’s silent deep,
Where echoes speak we dared not speak.
The roses bloomed, then withered in the sun,
As fate’s cold hand unthreaded love’s design.
What dreams we wove are dust, undone, undone
Yet still I wear thy ghost like a sacred sign.
Though life moves on, all must lose and learn,
My heart still waits for thee, should thou return.
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