The romance
Faded out of my life.
The stars
Fell off my shoulders.
And darkness
Descended upon my eyes.
I walked along abandoned streets
My life was as empty.
My story
Turned from ecstatic poetry
Into a sour prose.
Not a tint of happiness
Visited my desolate spirit
Not even sadness
Could find a place
In my lifelessness.
In this emptiness
As ravaged as the Sahel
Only a faint memory remains
That, there was life, once
And an even fainter hope
That in time
What was lost, will resurrect.
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