How many nightingales should die to make you smile?
The first and the last icon I see when I close my eyes
The reflection of my desire has the taste of hell
I tried hard to neglect it but it became my fate
She… a swan flying free in the never-ending sky
See… somewhere deep within her abides happiness, joy, laughter and love
See… my shards carried by the wind, nothing remained
And she was gifted with immence grace…
I, in a reverie state, walking on a road heading to nowhere
I, confused and lifeless, a ghost, a haunted mind
A breached soul, I, full of expectation,
And I hope to meet…
Those eyes that pleasantly remained in my thought,
Those perfectly shaped shades,
Those ebony marbles that tint my lament
I shall never forget
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
How many nightingales should die to make you smile?
The first and the last icon I see when I close my eyes
The reflection of my desire has the taste of hell
I tried hard to neglect it but it became my fate
She… a swan flying free in the never-ending sky
See… somewhere deep within her abides happiness, joy, laughter and love
See… my shards carried by the wind, nothing remained
And she was gifted with immence grace…
I, in a reverie state, walking on a road heading to nowhere
I, confused and lifeless, a ghost, a haunted mind
A breached soul, I, full of expectation,
And I hope to meet…
Those eyes that pleasantly remained in my thought,
Those perfectly shaped shades,
Those ebony marbles that tint my lament
I shall never forget
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