• vishnusid 6w


    Would there be a day?

    A day that we would look back,
    Fallen and taken but happier than ever thought
    Yet missing in breathing thou never imagined

    Would there be a day missing breathing turning
    Smiling on lips and thinking about the golden
    days of life, how we fought and sought at once

    Would there be another day like the fairytale
    meetings, thou whispering all at once just to run away yet to meet another day! Birds were busy chattering about the nightingale

    Would there be another day whispering to each other, nightingale songs to dawn chorus......