Ailuj Arabeg

Rookie - 2 Points [EchoesOfATormentedHeartbeat]

Biography of Ailuj Arabeg

I was born. I learned. I taught. I hated. I loved. I wrote. I lived.

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My [secret] Angel

With the eighteenth hour of the day,
Comes the view of the setting sun.
The days pass and she still has nothing to say,
Every dawn brings a new lady undone.

Lights are going down, she locks herself up in her room,
Sits by the window and waits for the moon.
The night sky rises, along with her tears,
Tears the angel cries for the secret she has to hear.

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