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.
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