Friday 25 April 2014

Night


بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ


It was during the night
Where it was so silent
That I can hear my very own heart beats
That I can really feel my eyes blink
That I can tell which part of bones are rattling from the cold
It was during such nights
Where I thought about you the most.



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