Heart beat slows down,
Beauty fades,
The colours of my world,
Liquify and slip with my tears,
Changing my days to nights,
And the darkness prevails.
I miss you more,
With every word I read,
From your parchments,
The watermark of my tears,
Felt on my fingers,
Reminds me of the softness,
Of your voice and your nature.
Memories of your mischief.
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