The joy of imagination comes out best at night, when you're alone with your mind. The joy of imagination comes out best at night, when you're alone with your mind...

The Eyes seem so void where once dreams were lots The wings broken with body paralyzed The Eyes seem so void where once dreams were lots The wings broken with body ...

His words were her beats, Her eyes his heart, Their breaths coalesced an enigmatic art! His words were her beats, Her eyes his heart, Their breaths coalesced an enig...

No morning is good without you... Every night is dreamless without you... No morning is good without you... Every night is dreamless without you...

The poem shows the friendship with the night. The poem shows the friendship with the night.

Dreams irrelevant Trying to figure out those Failing at each node Destination at some point Dreams irrelevant Trying to figure out those Failing at each node Desti...