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......