Feb 2016
Hey luminous Dark!
You reflected my existence;
History of a nightingale,
This melancholic melodies,
Made for torment-
Or the tang of abandonment.
You reflected my existence;
History of a nightingale,
This melancholic melodies,
Made for torment-
Or the tang of abandonment.
I love the silent hours in a night.. Some nights only for torturing me and some others gave blissfull dreams and Charming life... But for me, dark is terrorist. I conceal myself in the dark.. I had nothing to look forward too..
So Good Night!
A day gone and again reborn.
But i am always the same.
So Good Night!
A day gone and again reborn.
But i am always the same.
