it has destined
I write
red rose
chirping bird
all in vain
I do ask it
is it you have
cruelty defined
tailored made
thread of remote
hands of heart less
my soul searches
every moment
a reply
that s no where
written
hard I find
no word comes
thin air s thee
I have retired
may be
stoic is
I may be striking
moments with me
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