A Solitary Stranger

A Solitary Stranger Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he To knit the finest webs of dreams, one of the most delicate kinds. Gazing, out there, with brimming eyes he ponders To catch a glimpse of the sun seeping through the windowpane Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he To knit the finest webs of dreams, one of the most delicate kinds. Gazing, out there, with brimming eyes he ponders To catch a glimpse of the sun seeping through the windowpane The croons of his leisure time runs high through the seven seas, As a hymn, rises to heaven and above, one, perhaps, eager to linger more… Brushstrokes of canvas, dazzling horses of the clouds, in a resilient morn.. Open your eyes , and you will believe the happening world, in a fable, unborn. Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he Cotton candy dreams, where in production, are in muse, those dreams! Those old aged clouds are all in a classic silence, piled up high, Rain will be coming soon! Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he Cotton candy dreams, where in production, are in muse, those dreams! Those old aged clouds are all in a classic silence, piled up high, Rain will be coming soon! Those croons are floating with the strongest rainfall , great news! Where it drizzled through the lintel for yet , an hour more. Rain-soaked an hour are chilling with gone hours, as ours, A dead wet soul now, is he, posing in my mind! Those croons are floating with the strongest rainfall , great news! Where it drizzled through the lintel for yet , an hour more. Rain-soaked an hour are chilling with gone hours, as ours, A dead wet soul now, is he, posing in my mind!