Saturday, November 19, 2016

These days are not like before nor are the nights the same

               In Field work Dairy's love
The water drops are conspiring with my hidden desire,
These drops that fall on my body, drive me ecstatic.

Do not know from where this feelings came in this way,
Time & again, let this day return and sing the song of heart.

The garden of hope is lost in a desolate-dark place,
A moment filled with laughter becomes a lifetime of crying.

The flower of my heart became only a dust of memory,
Why do i get the feeling that you will be distanced from me?

The days are not like before nor are the nights the same,
In my mind, these intoxicated dreams are not finished.

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