No reunion

I'm smitten
By the portrait
In my eyes
Which is yours.
Looking for
Beginning of all good
In a new morning
Holding on your thoughts
On balcony
Having a cup of tea,
Now it's my life.
No complaint, no reunion,
I look the vase,
Thrown by you
And use to smile.

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