Absence

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Bliss betwixt our souls
That no one could defy
A passion once so whole
Even reason could not deny

It was then a gleeful spring
‘Tis now an autumn dry
Then merry birds would sing
Now departing swallows cry

The stooping willows shudder
Under the mourning moonlit sky
Here in solitude I wonder
What went wrong, and why

It has been so long
Since your last goodbye
We are a forgotten song
Letting our love die

© Rosh Von Amber 2014

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