Summer Bloom

Summer Bloom.

You came as a bud in spring.

You bloomed in summer.

And disappeared all over again.

And now gone are the days.

That i see.

The genuine smile on your hairy face.

Your kind heart throbbing… as if calling me .

Your grip, gentle touch.

Warm on my shaking hands.

Gone are the days that i listened.

To your narration of the world.

On wisdom and loneliness.

But your presence.

Is forever felt.

Keeping me companionship.

And slowly maturing me.

In your sure felt absence.


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