
How old were you then?
When I was a bus driver.
When autumn came to your place
I was wearing a raincoat.
When you were a poet, I was illiterate.
I kept your writings with care
When I tidied up the house, you were a nomad
A migratory bird that had not built a nest.
You had wings to fly
I am just a prisoner. Featherless.
Because your dream touched the ground
I have applied Borolin to the wound.
You are still and serious, I am gradually distant
A chasm in the middle, no sound of a fall
I don't know what is at the end of your galaxy?
Ahead of me is a directionless long distance.
Love is beautiful with perfect person..
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