I dearly think
Everything with you
was baby pink
as your cheeks underneath the moon
and the galaxy back to where we used to stand in
.....
The Waves goes high high high, and can't come calm.
Your smell gradually goes away
from the drawers of your room
and I can't afford to stay anywhere.
... I can author a hoax..
.. I can cry to full up a pool..
like a joke we used to throw,
but you will not be there...
sitting near the last lamppost,
the Breeze having a gentle dance with your hair،
you're bravely looking at your biggest fear ..
The shadow of a dancing blueberry tree leaves
One day I'll be alright, I won't be a crumpled draft
I'll be alright.. with the fallen autumn leaves
.. of our bygones
