Reminisce her smell that lingered that evening,
When her laugh turned even the melancholy pleasant.
Her prance brought back the most needed zeal to live,
Her locks were the only obscure shield to her brightened up visage.
The distance and the deplorable inhuman world
Provokes the inner fiend we have inside us time and again
To incite a demolition
By trying to kill the promises and dreams
Which act as the brick and mortar to our mansion.