A story not a journey,
Walking towards the faith she called,
With no end expected,
Expected was the moment,
To turn the page within a sight,
A greed to be loved,
Love in a low stream,
She was bright all the time,
I was the one under her sun,
She lived where there is no dark,
The moon was her face,
It's me who witnessed under her tree,
So passionate, about the key,
The glory was the pree,
I wish to get a role in this play,
Wanna be the Schumann,
For my clara,
Not for the destiny they had,
But the memories they crafted,
The loss was not for love,
Was for the time they come from,
No matter what,
Bhram and clara was remembered,
The notes they note for each other,
Gives me peace, with it's every pitch,
For the time they had was called for,
Greta and brahms,
The love they fought for,
Is still remained,
In every piano,
In every violin,
Where we search for love since,
The darkness i am seeing here is the shadow of love,
It will remain forever,
I guess it's where we get peace,
It's what you are crafting in your heart,
With time it will gleam,
You are lost with list,
There was no rain,
It's been years we were thirsty,
It's you who cried for love,
Thank you we are not thirsty anymore,
We danced for a moment in your journey,
It's you who us creating memories,
Ok you can be the story with the journey,
Don't be the journey in a story,
Remember iam still waiting,
Writing notes to play,
It's ok to not be the clara and brahms,
It's ok if you can find love on the lost road,
Iam watching you under the tree,
You can take shade when tired,
If done tell me let's have a tea and be free...
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.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
