why is it so dark..??
why is the Earth so silent..??
is there some kind of grief..??
or just because, its few hours past midnight..??
all life turned to sleep
all machines are so silent
all dead's strangely awake
And I sit, near the peace of the lake..
A white shadow, breaking the dark
slow and steady, walk towards me
coming closer then before; wind starts to blow
sitting on her knees; the white shadow sits behind me..
catching hold of those beautiful eyes
I remember my princess
smiling and gazing at me
my pretty lovely lady..
you walked too long to come to me
walking miles & miles, crossing the fields
and the roaring highways; that are now manless
crossing the fairy houses; that we thought would built..
sitting under the moon
below the lovely tree
where we once used to meet
in those times, when we used to breathe..
the huge crowd, that built you
a beautiful stone carved grave,
every night you walk out of it,
to where I drowned myself in the lake..
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