When you are no more

In desolate home loneliness would roam, Abyss of void would cry under bare dome. Your sweet smile at the dawn no longer live, The chirping birds will not again arrive. The garden plants would no more have moist loam, Abyss of void would cry under bare dome. The kitchen would freeze without warming fire, Without your magic touch, beds would look dire. And wearing dark grey robes shadows shall roam, Abyss of void would cry under bare dome. _________________________ Musings |01.01.2025|remember, loneliness, missing, parting