I have seen the moon loiter by my window,
In pensive quiet…
I have seen the sun open many a door,
On the spread eagled beach…
I have seen rain enter the domain of silence,
To start up a chatter…
Yet, your touch remains elusive,
For which I still yearn…
In the future of a pamphlet,
Asking and questioning society…
I have seen myself tired and fading,
Against the rebel order,
Against the tyranny,
Against the mutiny,
Of words for the sake of lost and betrayed love…
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