Nights are splendidly darker,
It's 3 AM to see it though.
The quietness relay my scars,
And I don't want to dream anymore.
Calling out loud to quit the one,
I can't bear more winters.
Through my drizzling eyes, I am watching the clock's hand,it's 3 AM
longing to lay down to end,
But seems bit confused to start off.
Save me,I am falling deep to well.
It's 3:05 AM, an echo melancholy contours me from inside,
'It's okk' and I looked out my window, it's spring and gold everywhere.
The whisper moved me ,dozed me off from delineate.
Now close all the way ,I want to be in my utopia.
It's 3:10 AM and I glanced it again,
Embraced my shadow and gone back to dream on my bed....