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A Dear Place

The faint odour of roses in my hands,

My footsteps stippled in sand

Lead me to a place,

A stone,

A place I dread to see,

Yet a stone, I yearn to touch,

The dense memories engulf me,

When you were lowered,

Into this place
It was not easy to see,

my every part was prompting me to flee
but that sorrow was in my fate

your departure was something,

I couldn’t stop at any rate.

You were showered with petals,

Essenced with blessings,

Wishes for your next life,

Tears clogging their eyes and mine,

just running in infinite lines.

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