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Without You

It is like the sound of dry desert wind without you
Seeking the solace of a distant oasis.
The rustle of dry autumn leaves
Swirling aimlessly across cobbled streets.

It is like smell of scorched earth without you
Pining for that first spell of rain.
Weary, sleepless eyes scanning the pages of
Time, while the hourglass runs sharp.

It is like unearthed fossils
Dead so much inside 
That even a miracle can't
Bring them back to life.

That's how I am without you.

By: Priyanka Patra

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