You have left your touch
On the walls, floors, bedcover,
Window sills.......
You have touched the yellowish pages of the olden books of my bookshelves;
You have combed my hairs gently with your fairest fingers,
When had insomnia!
No, never you! Yet your all words and silent footprints
Knock me now every night;
I never think life complex.
I never think what is right or what is wrong;
Yet my mundane experience surpasses my innocent heart;
I have become tired of seeing Face and Musk;
I need you, I feel eagerly your presence in your absence,
No, never you! Your words I need in your absence.
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