The divinity of the night sky falls high tonight
And the forest blooms with all those fireflies shining bright
The blowing wind is spreading the mesmerizing aroma of those unknown wildflowers
The fallen stars predict the fate of an untold story
They say love is blind so they walk by hand in hand
So that the celebration of tomorrow can be grand
The moon is feeling shy tonight hiding it's face across the blanket of cloud
And as the rays of heaven approaches the moon, they goes circling
Round and round...
They smiles looking at each others eye
Ohh he is just planning to pluck that wild lotus
Showering her with the blessings of amphibians
Slowly she holds her breath,her emotions shies away
Like the face of a serpentine who hides itself in it's own coil
In the far distance,the trees collates the magical harmony of the forest
Making every second memorable,the leaves never stop nor they take rest
Slowly the night is becoming old turning all the elements cold
The emotion flies high with innocence,the human feeling that embrace
They are coming closer and closer,flesh and bone are giving up
Leaving no choice but to coil up the hungry skin and the souls
The cloud have becoming thicker,hiding the reflections of the moon
Oh the mighty nature she hides down everything
And she don't want to turn these innocence into ruin
And then I come to my sense to realize that it's only a dream
My eyes still wonder,did i try to chase all the moon beam
The night is still cold and silent like a serpent's skin
The magic of the night takes away the pain
And makes me realize,although hardly we are humans anymore
But our emotions still run high
Into the silence of night and with the blessing of nightwind
In the distance, from those mountains of hope
Some passing souls whistle and smiles
Reminds me of the fact that may be the night is getting older
But the innocence is still younger
They blows with the wind and whisper in my ears
'Go back to sleep son,the emotion in the night would never get old
But in the day,it would become bold...'
I hide myself into the solitude and the spirits give me the hope again
Well again,this would not be the end of innocence...
Photo courtesy: Vlad Marica
Get it here : http://vladmrk.blogspot.in/
And the forest blooms with all those fireflies shining bright
The blowing wind is spreading the mesmerizing aroma of those unknown wildflowers
The fallen stars predict the fate of an untold story
They say love is blind so they walk by hand in hand
So that the celebration of tomorrow can be grand
The moon is feeling shy tonight hiding it's face across the blanket of cloud
And as the rays of heaven approaches the moon, they goes circling
Round and round...
Ohh he is just planning to pluck that wild lotus
Showering her with the blessings of amphibians
Slowly she holds her breath,her emotions shies away
Like the face of a serpentine who hides itself in it's own coil
In the far distance,the trees collates the magical harmony of the forest
Making every second memorable,the leaves never stop nor they take rest
Slowly the night is becoming old turning all the elements cold
The emotion flies high with innocence,the human feeling that embrace
They are coming closer and closer,flesh and bone are giving up
Leaving no choice but to coil up the hungry skin and the souls
The cloud have becoming thicker,hiding the reflections of the moon
Oh the mighty nature she hides down everything
And she don't want to turn these innocence into ruin
And then I come to my sense to realize that it's only a dream
My eyes still wonder,did i try to chase all the moon beam
The night is still cold and silent like a serpent's skin
The magic of the night takes away the pain
And makes me realize,although hardly we are humans anymore
But our emotions still run high
Into the silence of night and with the blessing of nightwind
In the distance, from those mountains of hope
Some passing souls whistle and smiles
Reminds me of the fact that may be the night is getting older
But the innocence is still younger
They blows with the wind and whisper in my ears
'Go back to sleep son,the emotion in the night would never get old
But in the day,it would become bold...'
I hide myself into the solitude and the spirits give me the hope again
Well again,this would not be the end of innocence...
Photo courtesy: Vlad Marica
Get it here : http://vladmrk.blogspot.in/
