i am the moon
that you'll miss,
when i fade in the dark
like on dull moonless nights
i am the winter's sun
that you'll long for, for warmth,
when i'm hidden in the morning dew,
like on the chill windy days
i am like the spring's bloom
that you'll long for,
when i’d reduce to twigs
like over the autumn months
i am like the stream
that you'll yearn to flow again,
when i'd freeze to still,
like the icy rocks in the hills
i am like the smile
that you will long to return to life,
when i finally give up hope,
like the still image on the wall
i am like the love bird
that you'll crave, but never hear again,
when i crumble into an ounce of soil,
like when you are cut off from your soul!
© sashikant mohanty
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