All is lost forever
The light has faded from the brink of the horizon
The season of dreams has ended once and for all
There will be no more festivals in my life
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Fascinating....so your love without the doting object will still endure fresh on the printed page...is that the revenge? And you will nourish it inspite of her, in her absence in your poetry?
I feel a poets thinking power only comes to life with the dawning of losses, fears, etc.. when loneliness sets in... its the best time to write and here is a fine piece you've penned my friend... rated 10 :)