An innocent life, passing through the garden of withered
souls,
Finds strength in the cold breathe of the tortured Moon.
In the shadow of moonlight, emotions are crying for the
silent fortune-
And forget the abandoned screams of a hundred years;
Solitude burns death, misery, a light of sickness with the
deaf and dark truth.
Drink all the nocturnal poisonous blood in the funeral of
soothing moonlight.
Frozen beliefs of some solitary chapel have frozen my blood;
an unanswered horizon of fear have Possessed my soul when night shadows are
mingled with my cries.
Heaven treasured my darkened apathy with His broken dreams.
Evil spirits are fading away in the cold, shivering, blithe
showers.
Death is near. So, lips are sick...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- by NILANJAN
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