She
I even don’t know where you have gone,
Nobody lights my road and feel like I’m done
Still feel the smell of your hair. “What a mess?”
I don’t know; I don’t know how to love someone else.
And all I knew this morning when I woke
You are so far away and happy how I truly hope
You are the book I used to read,
Which contents will forever keep
Deeply in the heart.
Even sometimes, you see, it’s hard
To not to feel your breath behind.
I hope I’ll pass through this cruel flight
And meet you smiling – That is right
I’m still about you dreaming
You gave me love, gave me that feeling.
Copyright © Assol Abasova | Year Posted 2020
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