My anima’s moulting withinwhen she’s here to mend my soulMy wings become supersonicwhen she’s here to applaudLet my dreams remain lockedif she’s holding the keyHer love flickers, electrifies,dazzles as the neon levinradiates my dingy epochlike the vivid Canopus.
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Empty Hands
Unlock your dreams with deific key There’ll be light on the altar while the hope is alive even you’ve nothing worthy and even the unbidden miracles are phoney The leafless tree in fall will be blooming by spring After all, everything ought to begin with empty hands
Prayers Of The Broken Souls
Countless sacrifices and the grief will be gone when the running stops The split clouds convene, move to the north, grant the Sun to shine on the sacred land The serene fortunate nights will be given before the faiths are lost May all the broken souls be graced
She Has The Heart Of A Child
The astral notifies dainty moments that I shall devote to her The diurnal delight that fades under the vermilion sky revives when I amble along with her My mortal clock halts before her ineffable majesty She’s as mighty as the Universe yet she has the heart of a child.
Joy And Faith
Affix your dreams on the sky of faith Let ’em gleam like the stars Reinstate your childhood like the occasion ornaments Let ’em sway on a repainted carousel As the snow flurry chime on your doorsteps Enliven the day with your dearest Let the joy illuminate the shimmering Sun
Just For You
I’m just a plain man who never won plaudits And a dreamer who is holding the realm of music, I’m a loser who can’t give you the opulent living which you’re yearning for, My extortionate gift is writing a piano sonata, just for you.
The Seabird
You’re the one who gave the dream that I’m bearing, But now I’m heading to the place, Far away from you for the triumphs, Flying above the sea like a migrating Seabird while counting unsaid sorries and the goodbyes, Watching the Sun slowly sinking into ocean.
The Days Without Her
Whenever I’m down, she’ll be the purple haze, Slowly carrying away my woe andset it ablaze to dwindle my frigidness,Now I’m singing a soulless blueswhile the serene wind doodling the raindrops on the windowpane,As time flies in stagnation,I’m counting the days without her,Wishing the crazy weeks end rapidly.In this ridiculous World, we’re both detached by…
She’s a Rockstar
She’s a Rockstar And she turns my woeful dawn brighter like thousand Suns Humming of the morn sky quivering like the bass Agony of the “songbird” wanes, as a new tune is spawn Words bloom in my head like budding Roses My heart makes amends Allotting a love song for her
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