Is it really beautiful
To be beautiful,
That in a world
So manipulated by nothing but
...
It was a chilly spring night
Though the flowers in the front
Yard had bloomed
The frost was not gone
...
The beauty of love is not in stability.
But in uncertainty.
When your lips shiver,
and your heart pounds
...
Walking among the gloomy morning,
I hear birds resume their singing
Towards the dawn
Taken away by images of nature
...
I shouldn't sleep at all I thought
For waking up is the worst.
Waking up without you
Even when you're with me.
...
Another november morning
Of the eight it was
deeply breathed,
Started after that dream
...
Life was lost in that silence of night.
Once again, there,
We had come to a deadlock
Reminding you
...
I wish people never changed,
Best years never came to an end
Dreams remained unpolluted
As well as promises not disrupted.
...
A stranger's laugh it was
Loud yet familiar
Caught my attention
And slowed the universe down.
...
You were my moonlight again,
To my thoughts
In that darkest hours
Of the late nights...
...