Samy’s Song

There are some nights, where the stars come down.
Where the moon melts and freshen up your soul.
There are some nights, where everything sings silently, even the rocks, and the parched
branches.
Your loneliness prefers to remember you at these nights!
This are the nights where you can see it well in the end, the color of the eyes of your loneliness.
Exactly the same
as the ashes of the dreams.

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