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Memorabilia
So full asleep
is the heart
which once has loved
Greeted by solitude
is each thought
which once has lingered
like purple jasmines
in a Spring garden
Gone are the breezy dreams
which spread their wings
in Vales of honey
Concealed those lips
which once has kisssed
each every curl
that lay so soft
on her bare shoulders
Deep thorn the pangs
Silent the soul
which bear his absence
Those nights
seem far
so far away now
Such few her joy
in a remembarance
But,What does it matter ?
Lachrymose! ! !
What word is that?
So familiar... very familiar
yet, so very strange
when the last flicker faded
but wax still melts
Emotion 's weakened
but the feeling 's strong
What does it matter?
When to live is to exist
and existing is without him
When to see is to believe
and believing is to be blind
She was a nobody
till He came to her
He was a nobody
then She found him
They were a nobody
in the hourglass of time
Just ghostly mist
from eachother's past
sweet perfumed mist
which sweared to live
between the winds
but now has vanished
beneath lushed moss
and marbled dust
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