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Your Presence…

This heart is so sore, cannot even cry,
Like the road so lonely without a passer-by.
Like blossomed flowers without any fragrance,
My days are dark and  my nights are long,
I am in a place where I feel I do not belong.
A faint sound makes me feel your presence,
I hear your foot steps, can smell your essence.
It has been long since you are not there,
But my heart feels you always close to me here…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag