Dispirited

Where did the stars go?
The heaven mourns…
Even the moon denies her light
To this gloomy and cold night

The coldness is piercing me inside
As I stroll alone in this park
The benches are calling…
So I sit. I have been wondering…

Where is the fair lady of the night?
Will she show herself tonight?
I need her to take away this splinter
Beneath the four chambers of my heart.

My days lost its reasons
My nights lost its warmth
If death will come to visit me
In God’s hands I long to be.


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