Alone

Alone in the night, I often cry.
And without letting anyone know, My tears mysteriously dry.
Lying Cold in the season, I tried to find a reason.
And I don’t know why, but every time I fail in this mission. Like waves crash in the sea, Like honey made by a bee, A sweet sleep comes and I hover, and kills me for a few hours,
Where I am free. And in my dreams, I finally find the HAPPY ME

1 Comment
  1. Manoj says

    Pristine!

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