At the farthest edge, I see a lighted candle…
A beam splits the very own spectrum;
A freshly felt breeze could fly over there…
And a misty chant would fill within where;
The lightest heart may see with a Smile…
Towards the bottom of this lonely life…
I may smell the clustered love…
Infected within my own chamber;
A frozen love I could see...
With those crawling memories;
Living by the ecstasy of hope…
A breathe awaits to beat;
High like the flowing wind…
There sweeps my burning pain;
Over the flame of the light glow,
Spreads the beauty of hymn;
Of with all over red flowers;
Bloomed with in the one severe…
Alone, in that pretty young night!
The beautiful darkness ever…
Ahead lays the oceanic blues;
And up the shining silvers …
In this special occasion,
At the west of the set…
All I can see in me…
Is the pinkish eternal flower!
Blooming with bow hues;
Was my ever only Love..
Was my ever only Love..
Nazrine Marvlz
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