The Lonesome Figure On His Horse

I wish I could be sixteen again,
Watching you ride into the sunset,
somedays I even think of it as sunrise,
For you stay imprinted in my mind,
A lonesome figure on his horse.

There were the days when the Sun met the horizons of sand,
There were the days of the windblown dust,
They emptied the part of my soul,
that unmistakably felt,
like it collided with Earth's rare stones.

I watch now, with an eagerness like never before,
for the lonesome figure on his horse.
He rode away one day towards East,
And I have waited for him since.

-shobana-
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