The spark of love which glowed so bright,

It was killed by the sudden severe storm,

A storm which killed charm, passion and life,

A passion and charm in which she bathed for long,

The charm that lit her life in love,

Burgeoning her lively and evergreen,

It is gone forever and so is the spark,

Getting wet in the hurricanes horrid,

Making her eyes tearless and dry,

Freezing her heart cold and dead,

Which had slowed down her rhythmic breath,

The heart which once beated with his lightening,

Just like the memory of his rhythm,

But now has faded like the fog in the sun,

His impressions on her soul have vanished with time.

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