Dis is my soul’s piyano n guitaar;
Unvoiced n unconsious.
Whenever my soul speaks;
Then they make a new music.
Till dis time,all sorrowndings;
R calm n silent as something lost;
N as for waiting of losting post.
Why r happening these with me;
Why r in search my feelings free.
Losting me as alone in my cottage;
How amazing dis thing broad as.
Without soul is my existance now;
On my song’s mountain as cloud bow.
My soul can not be sad n depressed;
Coz she love my beutifull universal sight.
After then my soul will smile,see ;
Her fingers will play with string for thee.
Then,u will hear,d nightingale song;
When her piyano n guitaar will be on.
28.06.2016 12.17at midnight
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