The day,there won't be
The dust,off your shoes,at my door...
I will know,you had to hurry...
The day,you won't break
A bit of routine,amidst the busy habits...
I will know,you had lacked chance...
The day,you won't find
From a dirty crowd of unnecessary rags...
The dried petals of a rose,I had once gifted...
I will know,the geometry of your being,has changed.....
The dust,off your shoes,at my door...
I will know,you had to hurry...
The day,you won't break
A bit of routine,amidst the busy habits...
I will know,you had lacked chance...
The day,you won't find
From a dirty crowd of unnecessary rags...
The dried petals of a rose,I had once gifted...
I will know,the geometry of your being,has changed.....
the petals then should be found every-time.nice poem.
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