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Half Widow’s Pain in Separation

Half Widow’s Pain in Separation
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In your long quest I am tired,

To where did you fly, my beloved?

I have gone to woods and every place hired,

Come back to me now, beloved!


Wherever you are, you look at me,

At my torn clothes and consumed youth,

I even seeked for your silhouttee;

Please come to me now, beloved!


To where should I look at, then cry?

You left no picture, no grave.

I only have smoke of reminiscence. Try,

And meet me in dreams, beloved!


With all unfulfilled desires- unwise,

I am dying with unendurable pain.

Even if you are at the gate of paradise,

Cast on me one glance, beloved!

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