26 November 2008

A stanza



Wish upon a falling star, at a cold night on that hill
Glittering ice on the shrubs, indistinct voice of fallen leaves
Mesmerizing moon stand majestically, embrace the night sky gently
Enchanting singing of the sirens torn those miserable heart

The night sky is crying, mourning for those sinners

Enchanting night isn’t it

How I wish the night would last forever

To be here without you is a sorrow

Yet this pain felt so pleasant


26 November 2008 12.16 AM
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