When the tremor falls upon you When day turns into dark When the tremor falls upon you When day turns into dark

She is born, a poem, a handful of words, Enchantingly strung together with eloquent spaces She is born, a poem, a handful of words, Enchantingly strung together with eloqu...

The night was dark Nightingales all around The night was dark Nightingales all around

Forget, You don’t need to remember As It breaks your heart Forget, You don’t need to remember As It breaks your heart

Simmering ire perhaps it hides, behind the curtain of stillness. Simmering ire perhaps it hides, behind the curtain of stillness.