He appears like a comet
My bestie, he is--
Talks once in a blue moon,
While my heart waits
For his presence
So patiently...
He was a nightingale
In days now vanished.
Now he blooms like Kurinji flower--
Rare, distant, and fleeting.
Yet, my mind returns to him
Every day, every night, every breath,
He is absent, yet alive within me
I call him a valuable friend,
Though his warmth comes Like sunlight through clouds--
Felt for a moment, then gone before I can hold,
-- Sai Varenya
Time:7.30 pm-7. 39 pm
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