An open sky, to he is pointing
An imaginary stars, he is counting
She smiles like lilies growing in the garden
She holds his hand, he kisses her to adorn
As they know, this time is a rare occasion
Before any blow and cracks crawl to core
Together always making mirthful moment more
Not alone to watch imaginary sky from the floor
She still feels even his absence his hand is with her
Alone though, she thinks they made a lovely pair
They know how to glow and get a cherishing pyre.
(Dead- eye means an ability to hold in the mind)
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