The flames of love burn
Like in an oil lamp.
The wick left to ashes
and the wax left unattended.
So many things left unspoken
Through the shattered glass
Of a crystalline rain drop.
A final goodbye sent;
Many hearts bent.
Seal the open heart.
Let me go.
Focus being focused on the
Ever bright eyes.
Illuminated, we rise.
- Muntaha J. P.
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