Miss
Missing this in ..
The longing that sometimes turns restless
Make me often ask questions to the universe ..
Where is he?
How are you?
The old figure does not mean ..
Without a glimpse of the soul's figure ..
I miss her ..
Every path we passed
And the grass that bears witness
He is a moped who is able to color the days
Maybe...
Longing will not be cured without meeting .. yes .. meeting
If he knew ..
It's just that miss longing
May be ..a Longing who clapped a hand ..
I keep nurturing longs
Until the longing faded
which continues to erode time ..
Again
Again
And again..
My longing continued