Arijit Mandal - The last flight

Far across the blue horizon,
A white road lies.
Covered by the green trees,
Beneath the heavenly skies.

Far across the white road,
A lonely trail goes,
Where i was walking,
Beneath the purple boughs.

Beaten and badly broken,
I looked up in hope,
And there found the ray,
With whom i eloped.

Together we ran away,
Away from this world,
And i began to fly,
And my wings were unfurled.

We ran on and on,
Endlessly towards the end,
Where the world is a memory,
Left at every bend.

Arijit Mandal

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