You had nothing left to say
And walked away.
While I stayed.
As two opposite river banks
We’ve been talking to no end -
Me and my pain.

I Hate

I hate the sadness to befriend my verse,
As for the joy it was written and trimmed,
I wrote it and trimmed for the joy, yet observe
Each word shedding sorrow and grief.
Time's passing … as if in a gilded net
Days in dreams of you are wrapped …
Desire as pebble lies on riverbed,
My shoulders are warmed up by wait.
This September in turn is set to pass,
Sadness will melt down like candle,
Cheerless colors will then call to mind
How once I had loved you, how cared…

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“For what, for what
So much suffering, so many tears?!”-
She thought and came up to window.
She watched
How trees in the street
Farewell bade
To their leftover leaves.