Ode
"What
swansong, with what praise,
You,
do I appraise
Someone,
who in my every moment
Resides
by my side,
These
words meaningless, leaves
Brown,
Dried
Yet
I scatter at your feet,
To
crackle, wither, rustle silently,
Saying
I love you intensely"
By Vivek
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