The sun rays tore the silence of the dawn Dew falls to the ground My traveling carriage passes And as the wheels touch the details of the road They splash on the pavement lost water drops Traveling water drops Carried by sound of the successive wheels To what left of the short time To a small place To an empty land And I am staying here moving my sad chair Waiting for the whispers of the coming steps If you see me, you would think I am here although I have reached the edge of time
My eyes And your shy smile Some birds Breeze And eternity Which never meets the fate that rushes to close the door, and turns the clock. I am not sure.
And life goes on Experimenting Departure Confession Hesitation Nostalgia Regret Confusion Future Past Missing Today Forever All these terms make us, then we go on. And life goes on
I took my old brush, and started drawing my lines On a white paper On a clear sky I drew trees I drew a sun, and birds fly. I drew a road, through which I grow old. I drew a plane, takes my dreams away. I drew a smile and a heart. But I forgot that this ink gets dry.
