This nomadic wind

This nomadic wind This nomadic wind, and along the way the buds are a fallen subtlety i have gathered them all, paved to greet your way Accept , please accept them all, with thy humble hands. When I am no longer around, they will blossom around your flowerbed. your fingers to weave a floral necklace , remember with heartache and pain as if I am there with your remembrance The sleep deprived nightingale is a response there with a failure and the pain, tonight , an absorbed tonight! a pair and their own, a pair and their meeting churn moonlights floodgate and the full moon during the festive moon the subtle hue are all willing there, there when tomorrow is lit up during your fatigued noontide.