When the heavy December clouds from the north;
Bring drops of rain-
Only to touch the face of the glass windows
And a nostalgic curtain
Of your memories cloaks your body-
Like an untouched dream.
When my heart gets tender
Eyes get wet
And breaths get heavier-
And the stars and the moon- and,
The night itself- all get somber in mood.
Tell me then-
how could I cease thinking of you-
When I am lonesome-
In my dim room
Like an abondoned child?
Farid Gul, December 27th, 2011
No comments:
Post a Comment