"Why are you collecting finest-paper,
what is to write when i am yours!
what is to bleed when you can read,
my eyes with sparkling tales untold;

how i am too old for todays rain!
i can feel you'r departure, i can feel the pain,
of retreating footsteps that shiver me spine,
you are being mine for a moment's gaze,
my love, my faith is with falling leaflets,
a stirring breeze is enough for trees,
that have been in chest rooted for ages,

my wages aren't just the moments of you!
my blood is marking white in hue,
with stains that grow roses and marigolds
while my love for you unfolds,
in a universe beyond comprehension!
"love" is a mutinous dimension"
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