~ the evening birds that Saturday night flew home, as I departed for the city of Rome, they had to go their way that day, like I had to go mine, ~ the rusting branches and leaves rustle, as you departed for the city of Brussels, you had to go your way that day, like I had to go mine, ~ but today i sense your fragrance in the winter breeze, in that split second, my breath and my heartbeat freeze, ~ words from my lips tremble... as words try to flee, to another voice it can embrace, with impish glee, ~ how could I not see it... how could I not know... was everything really hidden by a सफेद/saphed/white blanket of snow? ~ everyone knew except me, it was I... I who didn’t forsee... ~ today my tears dry out, as I realise after all... it was your heartbeat in my heart without a doubt, ~ but i had already bade you a thousand adieus, and of all these are mere fragments of the past for love... love never really does last..:
~ judaai - separation - ਜੂਦਾਈ - - - 15/11/2020
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