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One Last Cry

You came like a zephyr into my life

When a sense of melancholy filled the air.


I sought solace in you,

As you wrapped me in your love—soft as spider silk.


I always wanted to let you go,

Because I couldn’t bear to see you cry.


My mind was parched,

And you came like petrichor after summer rain.

Yet I turned away, believing your tears had made it so.


I pulled you into a maelstrom—

Of love, care, and aching attachment.


Come, let us write the threnody of our love,

Because that is what it was always meant to be.


My love, this is my final plea to you:

Come to my grave and cry out loud.

Let your tears rekindle my embered love.

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