Cacophony of sorrows


Where have the times gone...
A yearning heart is left torn.
A lonely spring bird sings alone..
Dead are the feelings which had grown.
Where did the times hide..
Only his shadow walks by his side.
Love that had risen like the ocean tide..
Left stagnant without the guiding light.
The heart now; filled with fear..
Through the countless nights and the countless tear..
Remieniscing the times of her love and care..
Now iridescent stranger from someone dear.
Falls down the rain like arrows..
A rhyme from the times; a tune he borrows.
For a billion others his heart just narrows..
Serendipitous of the cacophony of sorrows.

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