Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 27, 2016

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May be this is cruel month,
With bitter cold waves,
Yet your blurred thoughts are warm,
In my album page,
I wander in the lonely foggy streets,
To wipe you from my anthology,
But no ways ….you again blink in my cover page,
Presently also your radiance douse my acknowledgement,
In starry night space, your absence I detect,,
All the attachments that tied us,
Mocks at me, even they are conscious,
Your are hidden in vast landscape,
I see the monuments ,where we first met,
The faded paint whispers your tale,
Your flashing eyes slither in my sketch,
My trembling hands draws your portrait,
But ,now the cold waves maintains the silence,
The silent breeze detached me from myself…..

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