Painting

There is nothing in my eyes as dear as your form You are the rhythm of life every moment I know you are beyond my limits But I can not forget you The mind says it will see someday I also remember that my soul would be lost Why not get some sleep in the middle of the night Do you share my sleep? Then a shadow went across the ground I tried to see the same and went outside There the sky flourished with stars Ghosts of somebodies dancing in the clouds It is a beautiful paint of my spirit.