I have drawn your photo on my door
Impressive lines
Clear rhymes
I have written to you my messages on the sky by the clouds
Leaves are escaping from the autumn to the shadows of the spring
Trying to catch up with tomorrow
And watching the candles of the past
Candles are melting dropping lines of wax on my table
Drawing your face and burning what left of the autumn leaves.
Ashes are flying in my room penetrating the dim lights
And I am enjoying listening to your voice calling me in the background
Some cold and some fears
Hesitation
Why we are afraid
Of Leaves! Candles! Lines or ashes!
I had grown up drawing on the door.
