All the bright lights
of the night
Haul away are they
gone
Disappeared with no
traces left
Into the celestial
unknown
The diverse colors of
my mind
Are gone to a place I
can’t find
Your sweet fragrance
around
Are now senseless to
me
No sign of a boat on
this deserted island
As there is no water
around it
Coz, the turbulent
seas are dried
That I cannot find a
drop of my tear
The soul left my body
leaving behind
A breathing body and
my poem doesn’t have an end
As it doesn’t have a
story..
