Sparkled you are in those winter twilight times;
Together walking beneath the green oak trees
Whispering the we, in those dark dim lights;
Breaking the then extreme violent silences
Oftenly disturbed by the opiate foliage sounds !
Once upon a time, in the early morning dreams
Blessed with the green nightmare creams;
You and I are running on the green inclined roads
Floating and drowning, as a day moves to a night;
Floating and drowning, as a day moves to a night;
As the drowsiness changes to cheerful moods
Green pearls, slipping out from her red lip ends !!
Once upon a time, in the later afternoon times
Shadows side by side, joined by a pair of hands;
They let the eyes united; the pangs of separation,
Just as the reddish deep feelings breaching out;
Only appearing two words on the buried mounds
Only appearing two words on the buried mounds
Wavering they are as if they were so vibrant sounds !!!
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