a kiss on a flying tissue

S: life is a continuous goodbye, setting us in departure sea sides. till our scarves become of stone while waving.

Among the Crowds

The princess of the cities
My Capital
And a loud voice shouts in the horizon
Carried by the color of the sunset.
As the sun disappears the voice goes louder
Calling the princess of the cities
While I am searching for my lost city in silence and in sadness
The dreams play the roles
And memories draw tomorrow with undetermined features
And this is the way fate goes
Hides behind the silence of the sunset
Even after I reached my city I lost my addresses

The Train

I have stood on the edge of the pavement
Many cars passed
Many birds passed
I saw some little leaves on the ground
And some far smoke was coming out from the chimney of the passing train.
And once I could see its windows reflecting images in my eyes.
I saw many faces
Happy and sad
I saw many eyes
Brown and blue
The train of goodbye carried the images to other destinations.
And I went back to the pavement continued to home under the rain carrying sparks of memories and the reflections of windows of the passing train.

We are vsitiors

VISITORS

Confessions

Who you are !
I wonder who you are
Are you a cloud in this shiny sky !
Or a shadow lives my bed in the nights !
Who you are if you tell me who you are
I am afraid you will escape and just leave me behind

Who we are I wonder who we are
Are we twisted waves in the sea of rhyme
Or leaves thrown on the pavements of the time

If you leave just take me with you
To that mountain there
Next to the small trees
Till they grow and we drink our dreams

No I will stay here, waiting for you
Since you are a shadow and I am the dew.
Who we are again who we are
Are we a moment of departure or an everlasting goodbye!

Another day but away

Nothing left but a bunch of flowers on the main gate
Nothing left but some dreams on the wall of fate
This way we close the first door
This way we open another door
I will be stepping into the day
The first step away from my lovely Gate
My lovely house and my lovely road
Nothing left but some flowers on the main gate
I wonder if I'll come back to find it there!!

Not the last time i feel sad, happy and lost

Breezy now i am one floor below.
Waiting for a bus.
possessing memories.
have a nice dream.