Life got low, no apparent high
And all alone now here I lie
Still alive, not ready to die
Presence physical, my eyes can see
But why does not my soul believe
Charmer I knew you were my love
You did not, for a moment deceive
This pain, incessant tug I feel
Sometimes though very hard to deal
Clear remembrance of time spent
Ethereal zone, You and I meet
Manjari
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