Anon, anon, I say to thee,
That on the world rim, I think,
“Welcome to my misery”,
As Love, on horizon, doth sink.
Fleeting footsteps left no mark,
Or so my eyes did tell,
Forever left in silent dark,
It tolls for me the bell.
But, though parted, I know you wait,
For I miss my loss, will risk the toss,
Till love rejuvenate,
And dissipate my hidden cause.
Love, hideth not from me,
So to release, who I’ve yet to be.
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