Saturday, ‎October ‎11, ‎2014

I am lost in this change
Between me and myself other two
I am quite familiar now with the ghost town
The place we both knew
Always dried up by attachments
And my longings keep loaning you
Now let my travel end to you
Let no beauty remind me of you
Someday or five years more
I will dream of catching your cold hand
Run barefoot and it will rain soon
Forever should keep lying
If it foresights any love through past
I hope I never knew the truth
Like once the old man said
Secrets are to be kept if it is secret
And no one complains if no child grow
Like the running in the field
When green grass turns to snow
I hope you know, the place we both let go.


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