Love without margin
The notion, no one can imagine
Only known at the sacred room of the heart
Where no one can have impact
The patio that once blossom
Now tends toward a loom
The pains of parting the garden
Is what cannot be pardon
The propensity went North
The fondness went South
Attention couldn't meet affection on the road to East
And warmth couldn't crush love towards the West
What is left in the nest?
Nothing left than the goodbye?
An element one can't just buy?
Is it the strain of waving?
Or the pang of paving?
Left with no choice anyway
Even if I don't want to give a way
The hard goodbye is already here
Which no one can change from there.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
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