Strange lessons are hidden in lonely nights,
Where sanctity of love is trapped by knights,
O my heart! Look at the sky,
Moon is engulfed so far and so high,
Telling me her stories, full of lies and truth,
The way she smiles and sips the broth,
It’s dark because her hairs surrounded the space,
And the brightness comes in stars from her divine face,
My heart beats having a thundering sound,
Justifies surroundings for eyes to shower around,
O what makes my breaths stop and extensive?
It’s her fragrance, lovely and exclusive,
Sometimes the moon comes out from her eyes,
Sometimes falls into the dimple and cries,
Silently, trees start dancing when she shakes her hairs,
Silently dawn comes with singing from everywhere,
To say me her beauty, the river raises its voice,
And birds go silent to welcome her as my choice,
And here I am so far, although I am so near,
That’s my destiny but from the Lord, I fear,
I can touch her winy lips; even I have the power,
Alas! Into her hairs, I cannot place a flower,
The birds are silent to hear my songs,
The dogs are barking to shear my songs,
Upon my face, emerges a spring of tears,
Wipes away all of the deadly feelings and fears,
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
Strange lessons are hidden in lonely nights,
Where sanctity of love is trapped by knights,
O my heart! Look at the sky,
Moon is engulfed so far and so high,
Telling me her stories, full of lies and truth,
The way she smiles and sips the broth,
It’s dark because her hairs surrounded the space,
And the brightness comes in stars from her divine face,
My heart beats having a thundering sound,
Justifies surroundings for eyes to shower around,
O what makes my breaths stop and extensive?
It’s her fragrance, lovely and exclusive,
Sometimes the moon comes out from her eyes,
Sometimes falls into the dimple and cries,
Silently, trees start dancing when she shakes her hairs,
Silently dawn comes with singing from everywhere,
To say me her beauty, the river raises its voice,
And birds go silent to welcome her as my choice,
And here I am so far, although I am so near,
That’s my destiny but from the Lord, I fear,
I can touch her winy lips; even I have the power,
Alas! Into her hairs, I cannot place a flower,
The birds are silent to hear my songs,
The dogs are barking to shear my songs,
Upon my face, emerges a spring of tears,
Wipes away all of the deadly feelings and fears,
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