But what is really gone?
A leaf falling
From top of the tree
On the porous ground
Is it really gone?
I am not asking you science
I am asking you
Do you really believe it is gone?
Look into my eyes
And answer me
Is it gone?
Don’t just shake your head
Say it out loud
In proper words
Is-it-gone?
When that leaf is not gone
Stop telling me
My love is gone
Move on
Get over
Stop fooling me
End is an illusion
For weak-minded to believe
And weak-hearted to accept
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