~~
Those might have been told in any other way
but you could not understand
No, No this is not a spring song
Not even a fairytale
An exclusive secret,
a pain which originates within a love,
reverberates with the rebel song,
within your known sky, wind
Naturally has seen in dreams
Rarely meets with the real
Crops of thousand wishes,
As the Vinci's Mona Lisa
Truly forms in nature
which has a vitreous luster
As the Crystal of Sapphire blue
where the beauty beyond
Of the words mystery unveiled,
yet the fascination of the Poe's uncovered poetry,
As the fathomless depth of Mid Atlantic ridge,
which goes a long way
Tastes like the first kisses of love
which is full of longing
where whole life is covered with dissatisfaction,
within the prospect of ever known
Like an old wine
where levels of alcohol is too high
After spreeing over the night,
Still hanging in,
Even after taking the morning black coffee
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
~~
Those might have been told in any other way
but you could not understand
No, No this is not a spring song
Not even a fairytale
An exclusive secret,
a pain which originates within a love,
reverberates with the rebel song,
within your known sky, wind
Naturally has seen in dreams
Rarely meets with the real
Crops of thousand wishes,
As the Vinci's Mona Lisa
Truly forms in nature
which has a vitreous luster
As the Crystal of Sapphire blue
where the beauty beyond
Of the words mystery unveiled,
yet the fascination of the Poe's uncovered poetry,
As the fathomless depth of Mid Atlantic ridge,
which goes a long way
Tastes like the first kisses of love
which is full of longing
where whole life is covered with dissatisfaction,
within the prospect of ever known
Like an old wine
where levels of alcohol is too high
After spreeing over the night,
Still hanging in,
Even after taking the morning black coffee
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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