saw this ..
reminds me the old good friend whom I lost
it feels like now the stream at night.
It flows in the darkness of night hiding
from everybody, but still flows.
The hope sometimes rises like full moon.
It fasts at the new-moon praying for another full-moon.
It reminds me the smell of the flower which I
used to pick in my school way..
It feels like the childish dream those are crushed..
It reminds me the innocent smile of mine ..
The nonsense sought or thought that used to
make laugh everybody...
All that gone with wind, sweeping all the
light..
So it flows at night hiding from everybody,
hiding from all the missing links ...
Afraid
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