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The nights have become long again,

Amid sprawling fences and barren trees,

I pause in my walks more than often,

As Nature seeks to lose and gain.



It's been years since I 've been loved,

And yet, at times it doesn't seem so,

Because whenever I stop, I can hear,

Daphne* calling out my name.



In the laughs I share with Adnan*,

Or during a chat with colleagues,

I feel she's still beside me,

Trying to heal my hidden pain.



Or, when I am alone in my room,

With a heart which just can't forget her,

Her ethereal presence I keenly feel,

And the past its rhythmic chord does stir.



In the midst of song and dance-filled times,

Her resonance floats like a chime,

And whenever Ronnie* plays old tunes,

I long to drown myself in wine.



Only those who really know me,

Can fathom how much I miss her,

So, when the heart and mind can't sleep,

I am trying, in vain, to be merry.



Let the canopy above keep circling,

Let the whirlpool of time move wildly,

Whatever happens, my soul will cry,

I am Daphne and Daphne is me.