Those days of your absence.
Yearning. I am longing.
In deep despair I can't get out of.
I feel vain.
Left a trace of your departure.
The scent. The sweetest fragrance.
Tears like waterfalls.
Flowing incessantly.
The vividness of your image.
In my dreams I glimpse.
It's not real.
Only exists on my subconscious mind.
With deep anticipation.
Of the imminent joy.
Resurrection, I am looking forward.
In full faith of its fulfilment.
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