Do you remember me?
I had scattered one by one—
Buds of roses in the wavering winds of emotion!
Their gentle, enchanting fragrance left you spellbound,
Yet in your indifferent eyes, they seemed incomplete.
And now, this mere absence stings too much,
Why does the old warmth no longer return?
That tender reproach, woven in whispers, still lingers,
Yet why, why does this unspoken sorrow burn—
Devouring my restless longing in a single breath?
Such strange desires, absurd and surreal,
Like an ill-fated sailor caught in the storm's embrace.
Even amidst the flood of yearning,
A boat heavy with its cargo finds its destined course.
And now, it is only that path
That this weary, forsaken traveler seeks.
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