A little brim of light
Which falls into the maze of your unseen sight.
To that closet, which enclose?
A box of old rounded papers.
How you once crawled them up to your bosoms
As if the entire feelings of thee that it sums.
Don’t you remember?
How you asked me about my well being
That, that’s the moment my heart spoked
But my mind sank.
Voiceless screams wanted to tell
About those days of
The vast green field, that is fresh like your smile
The endless horizon like the mystery in your face
That I still remember like you.
Time when you still secretly read those scribbled,
Silently, just by the corner, not to be seen by anyone.
That little sparkle, little melancholy that they embrace
Those words with which you still secretly have an unending affair
Reminiscing and being solitude yet in solidarity
Isn’t it strange how some old memories can still
Stir up your mind like the ruthless winds before autmn
Well, I guess this is how an old love smells seems to be!