A cold wind chilled the spine,
a moonless night the wind spinned.

A poor dog lay cold on the road,
uncared, with a heart broken to the core.

The moon may have stayed back,
refusing to shine on the poor soul.

Clouds swept above the dog,
pouring their hearts out.

Man's best friend on the road,
lay dead in the cold.

With eyes still staring the house,
lay the dog without life.

Sleepless nights he guarded the house,
with all his life.

The lights in the house were off,
after the long party had wore off.

The landlord warm inside,
the cold winds blew outside.

Made the dog realise,
the coldest of all is the human heart.

A garden of blurred flowers,
my eyes, as morning light,
dawned into my room.
The dew on the window pane,
gave away into droplets,
sliding through my eyes.

The mist in the air,
full of despair,
went off with the dark.
The rays of sun shining down,
bright and warm to make,
the flowers smile and sway.

Thick clouds changed shapes,
change must the universe,
the rule of destiny.
Dark and gloomy, the afternoon sky,
my eyes sway with the flowers,
yearning for light.

Bursts of smoke, in shapes of clouds,
went up the sky, as yellow candescence
shone down the air. from within the glass,
hooked up at the top, to dispel the dark.

And as people drove, to rest down for the dark,
the curls of trees, flew with the winds.
Without a will, dancing to the fills,
at the mercy of winds.

Heavenly sounds filled up the night,
upon the light, stood the fairy of kind,
a puddle of life at the side.

Inside a bay of rest, torn to shades,
a life of misery, wrath on the head,
raising the tunes, lay the fellow. Clanks
of coins strewn aside, rose the music, aesthetic.