Silence mulls in the mind
Reminiscing memories of us
Those were one of a kind
And were special thus
For long now, I have kept away
Avoiding your countenance
The visage I loved to behold
That was filled with nonchalance
Beauty was a lesser term to describe
But in words, I tried to ascribe
Your countenance looked without any care
From then on, rending was too subtle to bear
Now, I do not want to sit and pray
So towards you, I began to walk
To be there or walk away
Is your choice, I hope though that you do talk
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