Where has gone your mind
Through the dark night
It may oblige me to go, there, where
Long a distance is no a matter
I must be your dream
Too you, oh, be my dream
Where the sands lie upon lonely desert
And both, we, can't find out each-other
May a long conspiracy there
May a long troop of air murmurs, be ye,
Owning half a soul of them must we gain;
Be the one
Be the one who fear not to lie
For an ingenious plan,
Who care for them whom we petty dwell
Life is so long to play,
Life is mystery?
No no no, no further would it be to,
Only some grains of sand will not be allowed
Until it covers with brightness;
Though a night when we go by
We see, each is on each side
And sing of each-other
So simily seems to be simily
As long as our eyes
Both, in growing night and day
And realize, we are at same empty place.
Wratten By-
Abbie Clare (P.B)
25/06/2017
Gazole,
W.B,
India,
(Night)
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