With the advent of the evening, when the sun starts to go down to sleep slowly,
I look at the sky and start missing a face,
The innocent smile of time, gradual laugh of the moon, reminds me of the emptiness of my being,
As the stars starts to appear gradually,
the horizon becomes playground for my thoughts,
the horizon becomes playground for my thoughts,
writing your name,
so the universe can whisper it to Him,
so the universe can whisper it to Him,
Reminding me of the innocence of today for the guilt of tomorrow...
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