Isn't this night full of stars,
this musical night, this sweet night,
this purple tender night,
Isn't this for me?
And this moon peeping from
the branches of this long-leaved tree,
Doesn't this shine for me?
And these, my sweet tears,
fresh like the morning dew,
these are also mine.
I ask that people know me,
that they become mine,
yet, I don't see,
that everything here,
is for me...
© Manan sheel.
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
Isn't this night full of stars,
this musical night, this sweet night,
this purple tender night,
Isn't this for me?
And this moon peeping from
the branches of this long-leaved tree,
Doesn't this shine for me?
And these, my sweet tears,
fresh like the morning dew,
these are also mine.
I ask that people know me,
that they become mine,
yet, I don't see,
that everything here,
is for me...
© Manan sheel.
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