Life halted before setting sun
Beyond, Familiar faces scarcely visible
Sweet memories scattered in sphere
All Labor and leisure were exhausted
And the dying pulses of future
Embraced cold stones in sleepy grove
Yet an urge to wear the glow of your light
Settled immortally across silent hush
And the desire bearing your sweet scent
Wandered the silent grove unacquainted
Gathered some invisible storms
Washing traces of togetherness
Some understood the pain
Others walked away quietly…