Time to go
Hope of remeeting the ghost
Coming together wasn't a coincidence
But a written incidence
Time to go
Though it hurts , but it can't be stopped
Parting, we separate
Memories were certain
Maintaining bonds in fantasy
That the only realms to fulfill the yearning soul ecstasy
Memories were weapon
Threatening and Thirsty
In thirst of blood of presence
Presence of ghost of essence
Time is money
Yet
Money can't buy back the times and taunting memories
The day is sunny
Yet
The soul can't receive a ray of melody
It raining
Yet
It seems like a dry earth
It was a visible effect
Time to go
Hope of remeeting the ghost
With time we separate
With hope we create
Create a home we inhale
A home of solace
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