A cold winter night..
A body without its soul and might..
There is no evidence of life left in sight..
The stasis of the death reigns around..
There are no thoughts.. There are no feelings that have sound..
And suddenly something falls on the ground..
From the eyes.. Falls a tear..
From the eyes of the body without its soul.. in fear..
Its an irony..
But the sorrowful tear is the only form..
That manifests the warmth of life in its dorm..
That terminates the stasis of the death..
The tear is the cradle of innocence..
It spreads love’s fragrance..
Fragrance that is not time bound..
It says it is gonna be around..
I think that’s why they say..
Love is forever..
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