My heart aches at midnight, when
The melancholy tunes of your love,
Imbues through the whispering breeze
And stars witness from cosmos above.— % &

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Let the night
Be imbued with
The ecstasy of love...
— % &

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My painting of love
Decayed
Inside the blotted canvas
Of your heart...

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Reality does not fabricate a silk of fantasy..

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Creating ripples
In the ocean of emotions
To spill it all
What was left
In some unknown corner
Of our heart.

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Fix some uneven roads of life...

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The ecstasy of love..

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# Untied

The frosty wind from the mountains
Tousled the hair;
As rain poured down,
In a symphony of whispers
Occupying my soul,
From the infinite cosmos above.

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heart...

as the strings resonate with my soul...

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# Midnight

I roamed around the walls
Outside the city of your heart,
But nobody was there
Only the walls stood apart.

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