The Living Laughters Of Faces In The Rain
The living laughters of faces in the rain,
Won't forget where love came from,
It looked unforgettably once,
The young faces in shinningspace,
In the land where love was born,
Borned from night's icicles and nights of loneliness,
We wandered like ghosts on inretrievable fields,
We let the winds decide,
Nearer to surface was the bloosoms of time,
Closer to depths were our heart songs felt,
Nearer to fruitions were these two identities,
Once there was a duet in the howling rain,
Onetorrents in the midst of change,
My lustrous encounters with love and it's sovereign,
Regretfully missing was our true home,
In the hearts of neglects,
Therivers of healing will call us back one day,
From the living to remember their faces,
Once it was this simple miracle and
Soft whispers reaching to your ears,
The mists and the fragments of your hair,
And the living laughters of faces in the rain.
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