The faraway insects are singing the song of night,
Sky is changing its colour from grey to dark blue tonight,
Trees are still on their places manifesting the treasure of peace,
While air is singing around my ears,
This warm night again remind me of past things,
Among which some are warm and some cold,
This warmth often provides the serenity to heart but also bring back the fear of past warmth,
This cold often comes as loneliness but at the end it leaves with daydreams of cold embraces,
Hearing the whispers of mosquitoes near my ears,
I often want to whisper along,
Feeling the air behind my ears
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
