Like happiness leave, Some hues of loneliness... Like happiness leave, Some hues of loneliness...

The poem shows that some words are unsaid. The poem shows that some words are unsaid.

Upon those stories, Relaying the souls; Of the tale; Nevertheless, The soul sighs a Upon those stories, Relaying the souls; Of the tale; Nevertheless, The ...

Thousands of stars twinkle, Each different from one another And although, the earth r Thousands of stars twinkle, Each different from one another And although, ...

Life is beautiful..but probably not hers. Life is beautiful..but probably not hers.

Neither crowded with untold stories, Nor waiting for a unknown friend. Neither crowded with untold stories, Nor waiting for a unknown friend.