she looked with dismal eyes crying
as if a lover of grief was fading
under the Angelwings of nature, i ceded
my beauty lied withering lonely
the magic portal waited her knock
to serve its paradise generously
night fled, morning tries to see
how the Angels weep to that tragedy
i left all my roses over...to shed
all the leaves to cover her honey spirit
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