A handful of sunshine from your sky
a handful of love from your world…
The stars of the indifferent night
run far and wide like aleya
At the end of the holiday time countdown
a beloved hand calls from close by
The crescent moon rises
flowers bloom somewhere
butterflies flock.
I am a lonely night bird
I wander around building a nest
with straw
The storms arise…
the dreams and aspirations are shattered
Still, I walk with hope in my heart and
the sunshine of hope
Maybe someday my house will be filled with on a day of soft light.
Notes –
Aleya :
Aleya is a type of atmospheric ghostly light that can be seen in the dark of night in swamps or open wilderness. A flame that burns slightly above the ground. In English and American folklore, it is called a will-o’-the-wisp.
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