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This silence walked,
Through the door of my heart,
The walls were painted,
With the colour of grief when he part.
I am losing and skipping a heart beat,
When in the air I hear his soft feet.
A spark of light peeps in my heart,
Telling me we can never be apart.
It is just an illusion of mine,
He’ll soon be with me and all will be fine…


2012 © Pimmi Nag