At Eventide
i look up in the sky to see your essence
just to find out i have lost you
even though you were in a state of senescence
you should've remained you, the pretty you
i tend to find your invisible footprints
just to tell you about my day
a group of few acquaintances
say behind my back "it makes her feel gay"
your pen and artefacts lie lonely
cause there's no you
to fix the juxtaposition between these two
why is there no you?
i stare at the setting sun at eventide
i say "where's the proof?"
to the fact that you had a beautiful day
you say "don't you worry my pretty toon"
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