I see the frustrated clouds flying over your eyes
Bearing a moral sign of sadness,
Alone in a gentle cold night.
Your dreams, I see, are blooming like the roses
Refused in a sudden summer day
Your expects, I fail to find them somewhere right now.
In this cold winter night, you see
Has the moon portrayed a lighted scenery?
To have the colours again combined!
I feel sorry for being yourself; I shout in loud
O dear, have you ever heard my voice from the falling fatigue cloud?
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An insightful train of thought, well articulated and nicely brought forth in good poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Sadik.