Nightingale and the Rose.

Riddles well played, Nothing seems to be understood ,

The ink that sank in the depths, Is never found ,

Thoughts and thought mingled in the ocean of skies once ….

Every day now, I see a soulless and a lifeless joy ,

Just to smile for those, Who smile for me, I carry on the hope you left ,

For now I understand how hard it is, To be vanished from the garden of roses.

Noor🌸

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Girl with lots of goals and dreams inside her , exploring the world by finding her own ways. I'm tough, ambitious and I believe in being strong when everything seems to be wrong .👊

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