I am on the way
Alone
You never ever think where I am
Rainy drops of your eyes still in my hand
Still the warm of your lips
Still I listen the sound of dead leaf
Still the sound of your feet
I know I am alone
Like a melting day in sunshine
Like a half burn cigarette
or
Like a half written poem in a diary of far past
I have no any magic of illusion
Like the earth in globe
No spring no winter...
No any village of birds
No please don't give any word
That you make rain and harvest green in our shadows
No don't give any word
That we meet
In the city bus, restaurant or any hub
It's better to go alone
Then go with without word.
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