There should not have been
any question marks on your
forehead. I am afraid-
you were becoming very typical..

Have you understood-
the meaning of life? There were
no clear answers from
your signs.

Weather was very unstable.
Remaining just private, I was
hiding you in my tears.
O my truth, what was my first lie?

Night will not throw any
shadows. I will wait for the moon
to rise. This ugly earth may look
beautiful. Did you paint-
your body with colors of fall?

Every leaf becomes my poem.