I miss you:
and the games we used to play
of trust; your wise, green eyes
carried on soft, dust laden wings.
I took for granted- ran out of time to say
regrets bound in the cold.
Travelling afar when I lost my way home,
to glimpse the vision of your decay,
I see the shadows in a burning room
dancing their sadness away.

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