Title: The fault in my Stars

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Short Poem: The fault in my Stars

 I saw you this morning hiding in the bliss of pain,
The stardust covered the garden and ice on the lane.
The drops on the flower bloom witnessed your tears,
And the lament dirge portrayed my life for years.
I delineated my dreams on the canvas full of scars,
Was it the shrewdness of time or the fault in my stars?
The eternal silence screamed like heave in sight,
Though it was dawn, with you I saw the light.



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