The day arrived, when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears–an altar for the beloved one's departure, for sister-hood is no more, for her to adore! while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom, the mournful, gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom. Nithin Purple
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In this poem, the speaker is grieving the death of their lover. The speaker expresses deep sorrow and sadness in their voice as they express what life will be like without their lover. This poem is a simple yet powerful way to express the emptiness that sets in after a loss.

Source: Venus And Crepuscule: Beauty And Violence On Me Thrown

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