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Priya - Winters in Japan

Priya- When nightfall came today; I touched your heart.

A tear of delight, I have shed for you tonight.
To the vivid happy memories, you have captured my heart ‘right’. 
When weathers grew gloomy you were my companion, I miss you now without you, there will be no rain this season. 
Expressions – your’s were vivid, your life - my journey finite. 

But now the moon has disappeared and taken with you – its light.
The sun will rise tomorrow but there will be no you to hold. 
An empty lap – I will cradle, my hands in prayer fold.

Konika memories rising, no reel to develop now.
No crowd, no audiences, no manual to deal with the “how”.
A pain to further conceal, mightier than the bees I reap.
Relationships so tender, shards the heart will feel.

Bestow god’s choicest blessings, as I have a soul to give.
Sweetest than the sweat pea’s fragrance, open heaven’s gates for her to live.

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