• siddiqua_ 10w

    Twirling off the hands of clock,
    Holding on the obscure memories.
    With a tender smile which is cherished,
    Chasing the acute nostalgia beneath the heart.

    Come, let's reach out for the heaven above,
    For it has got one more chance.
    We've always got many trials,
    As it used to be.

    Darlo!
    Believe in the enigmas,
    We were the night Angels of erebos!
    Always hunting for the love beside.

    But, let's not lacerate it, rather
    Feel the magic inside.
    Pearls shine at it's finest,
    Hiding in a sheen oyster.

    Let the arcane love start to divulge,
    It should also smile as the soul does.
    But Alas! Only memories remain,
    And dreams seldomly come true.

    The pneumas are softly whispering in the wind,
    Like a silent ditty not actually meant to be.
    Since the dawn of time, the enigmas never fade,
    If we let the forgotten love rise again.

    Tell me darling,
    Can't we reach for the heaven above?
    We've already got many trials,
    As it used to be!
    ©Siddiqua_

    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Pistanthrobhobia.
    Since the dawn of time, the enigmas never fade,
    If we let the forgotten love rise again.
    ©siddiqua_