I found myself in the grey valley.
Walking towrads her in an alley.
Her presence gives an aroma of flowers.
This place seems to have her magical powers.
My step seems to become fast.
A lake to cross, which was vast.
A white sheet of fog blocked the way.
Have to reach there before the day.
Then the clouds started to weep.
It faded, although it was so deep.
I can still hear the voice from other side.
With which, I am always tied.
I know, she is no more.
But this heart still wants to explore.
From there, I can still hear the voices.
Which sometimes seems music and sometimes noises.
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Here the poet tells about his seperation from his lover who died.