In_futile
With You gone
I sought refuge
in the canopy of books
in the shelter of words
in the arms of fragrance
in the warmth of nights
in the charms of dreams
All in_futile attempts
for nothing could replace
your warmth, fragrance or charms
your words, nights or arms.
I sought refuge
in the canopy of books
in the shelter of words
in the arms of fragrance
in the warmth of nights
in the charms of dreams
All in_futile attempts
for nothing could replace
your warmth, fragrance or charms
your words, nights or arms.
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