Moments barren yearns your grace, your essence quenches hearts' wounds.
Every heartbeat pursues the elusive trace of your being. Emptiness of questioning eyes screams in peace out of distress. Tears of serenity beseech your arrival. Flows the blood, a lament for you as your trace fades away. As time stands still, frozen in its course , the soul congeals in stillness.
© Priyoraj