It was life for me
to be able to
pen down all i could think of
all i could feel
and all i saw
to light up the sun at will
and to make the
snow thaw
but since i am waiting for you
to come back
i shall hold back
on all that i can perceive
and make the paper
alive
make the clouds sing
make the sun smile
and the love thrive
so let these be the last
lines that will come out
of my pen
till you come back
and set my life ablaze
with that beatific smile
that intense gaze
anything that will come again
and will ever serve
will be when you come back
so let this be the
last verse
the last verse
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