Fall
Fall is the beginning of my loneliness and a crying line beginning
When I smells scent of love flower from our neighbours garden for leaves feast
I return to past again to afar memory of you
A look which I am still looking for that
I lost my way but sunflowers are my signs
There is a night of star between you and I
To go and see the moon and complain about your frowns
You said goodbye silently but dident ask me my answer
I said hello to your eyes even farewell time
I am still waiting for your answer
I wish rain washes the end of fog
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