Poem #7 Nostalgia

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Rosy cheeks like the crimson roses that once grew by the lake,
Now left you with the broken pieces of a heart that once refused to break.

Rain skimming past your cheek and darkness clouding your mind,
The rain conjuring the music you created with him, now hard to find.

As loneliness envelopes you and the dark nightmares return,
Reminding you of the extirpated fire in him that once used to burn...

As the soft, calm memory river turns into a massive flood,
Leaves you wondering how the dark, crusty liquid, replaced the pure blood.

And the soft, feather-like touch reminds you how bliss once felt,
With tears in your eyes and a warm smile you realize that it could make any heart melt...

-Shambhavi
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Dictionary:
Extirpated- extinguished, destroyed.

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