39. Oblivious search
Through the stained window of that antique store our eyes met each other.
While your radiance took away my breath, you disappeared into the oblivion in a blink of an eye.
Centuries have passed but I still search for your aura, isle after isle.
If not in this life, maybe in the next one,
I'll rummage through the heap of faces, pile after pile.
-Rithin.
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