The sky is black
No stars to be seen tonight.
I take the path
We used to walk,
But no flowers crown me tonight.
The air is still,
No soft breeze carries to me
The fragrance of the night.
All is quiet,
The trees don't sing
Their wooden songs tonight.
The night is dead,
The lights are off
Dried flowers litter the ground and bare, hollow trees,
Tower grotesquely over me.
Until I hear the crunch of your feet,
See you walking on a carpet of dead leaves.
Until you come and walk with me
And restore the twinkle to the night,
Until you come and walk with me
And restore that nocturnal song to my eternal night, tonight.
-- Abhishek Takle
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