Your name

 In this chilling cold winter night 

Where there is an aura of silence 

And I could hear my own heartbeat 

The heartbeat which calls your name 

Time and again 

Your name when I call out for 

It shivers my senses and melts my heart 

It lifts my breaths and shakes my soul 

And that one word - which is your name 

I call out not one not two but countless times 

It echoes in my soul and trembles in my eyes 

It perfumes my breath and brightens my cheeks 

It gives the rose blush to my trembling lips 

And in a cold silent night, your name remains 

And echoes until the moon sleeps. 

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