Aching
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Storm-clouds hide the sky
And all that it carries
My wish, your wish
Drooping petals of flowers
Know no way of lifting up
Spring or no spring
Lonesome roads are long
Trudging feet are worn
For we are not together
Like an abandoned hut
In the depths of forest
I'm aching, you are aching.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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