I did not bid her adieu…
She left in such a hurry
Now I wonder how far she must have gone
For neither my voice, nor my thoughts reach
That world which she calls home now
I don't know where it is...
No accolades no tear drenched speeches
No promises of meeting again
She came like a lightening
And flew like a bird
To lands far away...
The human form lost long ago
She lives like the feeling for November sun
Strong and pleasant… everyone’s friend
Only to fade away in the winter fog
She said something about a spring
When ships may cross by again
Would she remember I passed by her
And have looked for her all the way
It is no tragedy, just life
A poem or a song I heard
A short story which had to end
A post script in me she left…
A silent commemoration
A quite tribute I pay...
And later I may write memoirs...
If from me to her
Memories had a way.
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