Sanctuary of the Nights
Everyone has a story at 2.00 am
Bestowed in sorrow,
The silence sends a breeze
Which sweeps heaven
into a sea of desperation...
Unfortunately, the negation of life
Sets the tears and awakenings
Into a sunset of waves,
Where the breath of light
Keeps darkness at bay.
The music is enticed with longings,
By a lover's need to crave for hearts.
It is the dove which steals those nights
That explains the heartache beneath
The harmony in a memory and in memorial.
To look for answers is futile
When the discord is set ablaze
With sleepless minutes.
All these dreams detangle
In full derangement.
Everyone has a story at 2.00 am
In full secrecy, secretly flirting
With our own souls...
Unfortunately,
The music is enticed with longings,
By a lover's need to crave for hearts.
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