I know I forget you
It’s a little say to you
You know the silly matter that is:
If I look and feel
gentle breeze flows over the river,
full moon merriment the earth,
rose bud blooms at morning,
the soft chimes-
if I hear
caged bird sings,
Even If I touch
hot boiled water,
flying ash of a volcano,
the dead body of a horror alien
I suck all those imagery gay.
if exist or supernatural
it belongs to me
crystal , sound , earthy smell
are embedded into the soul, the grave yard
where I stand for you,
the man insane-mine.
It mingles the loves originality.
if you forget that passionate love and never missed
that insane can’t miss you, a little,
forget you little by little.
He will ascend one day at fine morning,
with un-measureable strength,
none or nothing could not terminate that extreme.
I know you should come
touch, like, and hear,
the cage bird song,
discover the beauty of the blooming red rose,
feel the waves of the stream with gentle breeze,
all those essence of love.
You will remind me on that moment
I will leave that land,
will be wait for the new sun,
totally forget you, my darling….
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