Will we ever be for love.
Once past our dreaming eyes we were away in its hum.
Our fane with it’s heavenly breeze now out of sights.
I lay to many sleepless nights.
And It’s pain.
Like a broken piano gasping in vain.
Of a lullaby missed on every stroke.
Teardrops pang and bang and broke.
Though a faint hope.
Echos through the reeds to cope.
For though knowing it’s not perfect.
A chilled calm beyond its silent stilts call to all neglect.
And their many restless souls tosses and turns.
Churns and burns.
Sounds dwindle to a wither and a weep.
Singeing from sleep.
To-night to sleepless night…
Song by – Fabrizio Paterlini
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