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My Soul Is An Empty Shrine…

My soul is like an empty shrine,
Waiting for the lost love which was mine.
Your name is carved in there…
The red rose blossom out of it,
It has not been watered from long.
It will wither one day choked without love,
There will be no shower now from above…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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