By JH Sayyar
When night folds its wings across the skies,
And hush spreads all the voices of the day,
Thy shadow stirs within my weary eyes—
A ghost the heart will never chase away.
Sweet yesterdays, like petals faint and pale,
Fall gently through the garden of my mind,
Each sigh, each softly whispered tale
Still clings to time no clock shall ever bind.
Though seasons pass, newer blossoms bloom,
Their fragrance cannot match that distant fire.
Thy love, lost, yet lives within the gloom,
A silent star that will never, never expire
Ah! The hands once clasped are now apart,
The echo of your love lingers in my heart.
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