We have been
apart to each other for so long.
This is not
your fault, or mine.
The chain
connecting two lovers’ hands is brocken.
The word
passes to significance of love.
All is about
you.. about your voice and your words..
Pass sea
boundaries behind and tap on my ears
along..
I
blamelessly, under the sky’s steam on
the surface of ocean..
Harvesting
your words that carry love for years and
years along..
I hear your
voice through my window.
Among
butterflies from long way along..
They, in
your shape.. their voice compounded with
your voice..
Brought me
words, you have planted in my heart, ago
from so long..
Your voice
is from portions of world where beauties
are from..
This is why
alike a vanished bird in cloudy dreams..
Desiring,
sew my nest in your heart’s always green
trees..
