03/04/2026
I told myself I would never write again.
I promised I would forget you.
I can't.
Tell me,
How does a flower refuse to bloom?
How does a bird silence his song?
How far can clouds fly,
Before thundering to rain?
How does a poet abandon his words?
How does a lover unlearn lovin'?
The only essence of Perfumes is the fragrance.
If you're that perfume, I like your fragrance.
Still, I not know how!
So I will write,
Until the very end.
Perhaps, There is no end!
And if my story closes here,
Another soul will start anew.
I will fade,
My breath will quiet,
My soul will drift beyond.
Yet the rhythm of my poetry
Will echo still,
Singing the unwritten song
Of my heart.
I wish, I could enter your heart.
Tell me the way... And,
Tell me the way.
