I desired alluvial wind from hand,
You yielded air of electronic fan.
I painted all of my dreams in a handkerchief,
You kept the colored poison in photo-click.
While you run the wings of your fancy,
I burn all my flams of heart softly.
While you intermingle words with words,
I spread frosty silence with trust.
Being an isolated kite, fly in the solitude of the immense sky,
With constant diving in the Azure of Heaven live and die.
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