Waking up from a dream
As the moon is set high above the earth
Where the darkest hour is brightly shinning
And silent is the only sound in time
The cold wind blows, embracing every inch of frame
Alone with melancholy
Lonely heart searching for warmth touch
Aching from distant memory
Longing of love
The perfect moment when lonesome is unbearable
Oh my dear night
My sweet taste of night
Why?
Why in the middle of night?
Why in the middle of the night, i remember you?
Friday, August 9, 2013
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