Nov 12, 2017
A white ray comes through her window.
Suddenly, tears on her pillow.
Flowing, without knowing,
Exploding, without soaking.
Suddenly, tears on her pillow.
Flowing, without knowing,
Exploding, without soaking.
Brooding in the middle of the night,
Looking up with her eyesight,
Staring at the starlight,
Pointing to the moonlight,
Hearing river which flows in delight,
Noticing the sound bite,
Coming the white knight,
Being her limelight,
Realizing she’s alright,
With her own sight,
With her own right.
Looking up with her eyesight,
Staring at the starlight,
Pointing to the moonlight,
Hearing river which flows in delight,
Noticing the sound bite,
Coming the white knight,
Being her limelight,
Realizing she’s alright,
With her own sight,
With her own right.
