By the time the ruby star, unravels its glistening golden ray… she approaches the window. Her fragile fingers, Clutching the bars,

The house with shut doors, in the land of god’s eternity. Here the world is dark, where the dogs bark. All the souls moving in the air,

What more perfect friend, than the friend you have given me… What more perfect song than the, whistling thrush at dawn’s first l… What a lovelier thing than the lad…

There I see a traveler, with strands of wet muddy hair and… growing bad with loneliness. Through the woods, mimicking the birds,

A shadow emerged from the corner, of a haunted abode. It was a girl with abysmal cuts on… which is ablaze.. She is moving like a waft,

I walked past the windows, listening to my soft footsteps. Stepping on to the front floor, I saw my grandma, gaping at the ni… An airplane, very much like a nigh…

Light a lamp lamp and see it’s glow, see It’s dance, when you feel low, think of me,