The move is hard
Heart heavy
The soul burdened
The body weak
Mind jailed
Sight blurred
But the move is a must.
Usuals unusual
Friendship partial
Freeness shattered
Talking formalized
Looks ordinary
But the move is a must.
Special times are greetings
Special walks are church processions
Communication is monologue
Mine is not mine again but somebody's
But the move is a must.
Loneliness my portion
Crushing spirit turns rightful
Lack of peace is the battlefield
Being lost in thought is noble task
But the move is a must.
The special is to be treated normally
One in the heart to be given facial chance
One so loved to be only a friend
The bond is now to be a broken gum
But the move is a must.
I have to go in faith
Though,you my Faith
Is not there again for me
But I have to move Faith.
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