Your sweet presence is there,
Mysterious like Forster's boum no more,
I don't really know,
How not to let it go.
Am I actually dreaming?
Since your words keep ringing,
Who knows? May be so,
I don't want to think of a NO.
Please don't steal the right to look at you at least,
My eyes will find you no matter how thick is the mist!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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