far night is calling
only the hash of ash is falling
the cold is melancholy chilling
my very slow heart is in some hurry
fate failed to carry the fairy
even if night come to the glory
thunder blinks on my mind furry
and I sleep as sleep apart from a sleep
Musfiq us shaleheen,21st June,2014
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