Familiar faces fade from sight,
Leaving whispers, a blurred, faint light.
Like echoes of a caravan's trek,
Memories' vortex, a constant beck.
Piercing the night, passion's dark flight,
The sweet ache, truth or a doubtful plight?
The jingle of earrings in bodies' sea,
A fleeting sound, haunting me.
Familiar faces, as they depart,
I cannot forget you, nor erase from my heart.
A shattered mirror, a lingering sting,
A fire-like rain, where seasons took wing.
Like a thirsty river, paused on the shore,
A melody plays, driving me to the core.
Like a madman singing in a storm's roar,
He still plays his tunes throughout the night, evermore.
The gone seasons of love, moments of wait,
I cannot forget you, sealed by fate.
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