The dawn surrenders to the broad daylight,
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
It's the hour the gods wake;
Would be a sin,to let go of the blessings so eternal;
Like the oceans and the skies.
(The reply)
The daylight surrenders to the evening twilight
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
You're the hope from many lives
A warmth that eases yet magnifies
For damp drenched spirits, a shrine.
(The reply)
The dusk surrenders to the night;
Asks; Would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
The wandering little birds must perch on a haven called home
As they chirp drawing attention upon the tangerine sky,
For you, are their sole guiding light.
(The reply)
The night surrenders to the first morning light
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight?
You're the lone playground, lovers don't hide
The shy and the heroic hop on the same ride,
For you are their harbor and respite.
(The reply)
(Copyright) anshuman sharma 2015
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
The dawn surrenders to the broad daylight,
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
It's the hour the gods wake;
Would be a sin,to let go of the blessings so eternal;
Like the oceans and the skies.
(The reply)
The daylight surrenders to the evening twilight
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
You're the hope from many lives
A warmth that eases yet magnifies
For damp drenched spirits, a shrine.
(The reply)
The dusk surrenders to the night;
Asks; Would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
The wandering little birds must perch on a haven called home
As they chirp drawing attention upon the tangerine sky,
For you, are their sole guiding light.
(The reply)
The night surrenders to the first morning light
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight?
You're the lone playground, lovers don't hide
The shy and the heroic hop on the same ride,
For you are their harbor and respite.
(The reply)
(Copyright) anshuman sharma 2015
