It wasn't wind or misty roads
That led me from your path...
I wonder if my simple words,
cut the way that yours do...
You were my shade tree -
on a hot summer’s day...
I’m folding laundry again.
I see the little shorts you wrote a poem about...
Those little memories
I used to keep them treasured in time...
the clock ticks
SHE SAW YOU...
A lazy Summer's day and a long, lost love,
can a poet ask for anything more...
As usual, she made her way on the stage in front.
No one noticed until she made her main stunt...
Though our fate was quite a wanderer,
I still had the chance to meet him, thanks to her...
Cruel twist of fate
My heart desired your heart, but...
It's finally over, I guess. Today I have realized...
But still I'm so stupidly in love with you...
I feel the wind on my neck,
the rain on my skin...