Across the river you stood
In your regal ambience
Like the artistic creation of gods.
I miss your smile,
The serenity of your laughter
Swaying in the wind,
Gently vibrating in the air waves
Like whisper of a princess
Muttering solemn prayers of protection
For her prince.
Nightingale!
I miss the sound of your voice,
Your accentuated syllables
With its soft mesh of sophistication.
Nightingale!
I miss the bland expression on your face
Sometimes,
Like moon underneath the armpit of darkness
Nightingale!
I miss the demure but leaping flames
In your eyes.
Accursed be this dawn of reality!.
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